| More than a distant land
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| Over a shining sea
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| More than the streaming green
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| More than the shining eyes
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| Well they tell me it’s only a dream in Rio
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| Nothing could be as sweet as it seems
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| On this very first day down
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| They remind me «son, have you so soon forgotten?
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| Often as not it’s rotten inside
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| And the mask soon slips away»
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| Strange taste of the tropical fruit
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| Romantic language of the Portuguese
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| Melody on a wooden flute
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| Samba floating in the summer breeze
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| It’s alright you can stay asleep
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| You can close your eyes
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| You can trust the people of paradise
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| To call your keeper
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| And tender your goodbyes
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| Oh what a night, wonderful one in a million
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| Frozen fire, Brazilian stars
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| Oh holy Southern Cross
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| Later on take me way downtown in a tin can
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| I ain’t come down from the bandstand
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| I’m never thrown for such a loss when they say
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| Quando a nossa mae acordar
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| Andaremos ao sol
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| Quando a nossa mae acordar
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| Cantara pelo sertao
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| Quando a nossa mae acordar
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| Todos os filhos saberao
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| Todos os filhos saberao
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| E regozijarao
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| Caught in the rays of the rising sun
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| More on the run from the soldier’s gun
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| Shouting out loud from the angry crowd
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| The mild, the wild and the hungry child
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| I will tell you there’s more than a dream in Rio
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| I was there on the very day
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| And my heart came back alive
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| There was more
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| More than the singing voices
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| More than the upturned faces
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| More than the shining eye
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| More than the streaming green
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| More than the hidden hills
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| More than the concrete Christ
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| More than a distant land
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| Over a shining sea
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| More than a hungry child
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| More like another time
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| Born of a million years
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| More than a million years |