| Ooh, next time I see you, I’ll be singing in brazil,
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| Misty land of music where the feet are never still,
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| And pretty senhoritas dressed up for the kill,
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| They’ll be glad that you’re coming to brazil, yeah, me too,
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| So glad that you’re coming to brazil…
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| Ooh, next thing you know you’re out here dancing in the streets,
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| Working with the people on that boss-a-nova beat,
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| And some dark-eyed lady brings you wine and a chicken wing,
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| In brazil where the carnival is king, yes,
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| Brazil where the carnival is king, everbody’s singing,
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| Ah la la brazil,
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| Ah la la brazil,
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| Ah la la brazil,
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| Ah la la brazil,
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| Ooh, rio de janeiro is the kind of place for me,
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| Dancing in the moonlight, making love down by the sea,
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| From copacabana to the corcovado hill,
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| Everybody’s always singing in brazil,
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| Yeah, everybody’s, ooh singing, in brazil,
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| All together now…
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| Ah la la brazil…
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| Cancao du brazil…
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| (song of brazil)
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| Tudo beum brazil…
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| (all's well in brazil)
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| Ah la la brazil… |