| The day before
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| The matador
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| Watched his only love expire
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| Through Spanish eyes
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| The candles dance like ballerinas
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| Your fragile breaths like emphysema
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| But we have only life to leave
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| Slip into shadows like a gypsy
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| I saw my future only yesterday
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| When I awoke from a dream
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| The beast before me in a cloud of dust
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| Cruelty amuse the plastic crowd
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| Death rattles dirty little secrets
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| Like a skull without a home
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| Etched in stone above your grave
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| The only son we could not save
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| I saw you crying only dressed in black
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| Our love would then become a dream
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| Close your eyes and find me as you sleep
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| Now more alive than I ever was
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| Inside this colloseum
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| The crowd craves
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| The blood of the beast
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| Doubtless, their sense of pity
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| Is measured
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| By the size of the victim
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| Arch your back and open wide
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| Fill the void with violence
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| Arch your back and open wide
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| Fill the void with violence
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| I know you’re waiting for that day
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| When love arrives
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| To finally calm your heart
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| Calm your heart |