| Take me to the Matador
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| He will know just what it’s for
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| He will help me with my life
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| He will open ev’ry door
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| When the bull is in the ring
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| I need all the help you can
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| And the Mariachis sing
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| With the lonely mandolin
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| See those people shout out loud
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| Give me more and give me more
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| And I’m thinkin' to myself
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| Take me to the Matador
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| Take me to the Matador
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| He will fill and ease my soul
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| He will give me confidence
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| When I think I’ve lost control
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| He will help me with my Muse
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| In the age of win and lose
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| With the ancient cup and swords
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| And a hundred Spanish lords
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| See one thousands violins
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| Golden trumpets soar on high
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| Waves and waves of joyful hymns
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| Silver sonnets reach the sky
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| Fight the battles and the blues
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| Wars of love and wars of art
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| Tonight the cape is what I choose
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| Goya’s in my Spanish heart
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| He will help me with my love
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| Dance the dance that lovers do
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| Rhumba with the velvet glove
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| 'Neath the Barcelona moon
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| See one thousands violins
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| Golden trumpets soar on high
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| Waves and waves of joyful hymns
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| Silver sonnets rech the sky |
| Take me to the Matador |