| In my imagination, I’m finding consolation
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| Somewhere along the Rio Grande
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| Sadly I’m reminiscing, madly again I’m kissing
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| Someone along the Rio Grande
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| It happened in Monterey, a long time ago
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| I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico
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| Stars and steel guitars
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| And luscious lips, as red as wine
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| Broke somebody’s heart
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| And I’m afraid that it was mine
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| It happened in Monterey
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| Without thinking twice
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| I left her and threw away the key to paradise
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| My indiscreet heart, longs for the sweetheart
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| That I left in old Monterey
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| Making believe I’m merry
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| In ev’ry glass of sherry
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| I see the sparkle of her eye
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| And when I hear the cello
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| Tender and sweet and mellow
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| I hear the music of her sigh
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| It happened in Monterey, a long time ago
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| I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico
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| Stars and steel guitars
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| And luscious lips, as red as wine
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| Broke somebody’s heart
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| And I’m afraid that it was mine
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| It happened in Monterey
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| Without thinking twice
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| I left her and threw away the key to paradise
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| My indiscreet heart, longs for the sweetheart |