| Buenos noches senorita, I’m mighty pleased to meet ya Maybe you and I could sit a spell and talk
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| I’m new to Santa Fe, I just rode into town today
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| Thought I’d spend some time in these adobe walls
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| It’s dark in this cantina, it’s a wonder that I seen ya Sittin’without any company at all
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| I was wondering if we might dance away this lonely night
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| Like two shadows on these old adobe walls
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| I hear Celito Lindo softly playing
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| As I take you in my arms and hold you close
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| Though I don’t understand a word you’re saying
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| Your brown eyes tell me all I need to know
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| These walls have stood for ages and though time still turns its pages
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| Hearts are still the same when night begins to fall
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| Sure as there are stars above we’re not the first to fall in love
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| That’s the magic of these old adobe walls
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| I hear Celito Lindo softly playing
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| As I take you in my arms and hold you close
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| Though I don’t understand a word you’re saying
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| Your brown eyes tell me all I need to know
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| These walls have stood for ages
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| And though time still turns its pages
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| Hearts are still the same when night begins to fall
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| As sure as there are stars above
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| We’re not the first to fall in love
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| That’s the magic of these old adobe walls
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| As sure as there are stars above
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| We’re not the first to fall in love
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| That’s the magic of these old adobe walls |