| And you heard the guitar player starting to sing
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| You were filled with the beauty that ran
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| Through what you were imagining
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| Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love
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| I was the endless sky
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| And you were my Mexican dove
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| Now the music that played in your ears
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| Grows a little bit fainter each day
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| And you find yourself looking through tears
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| At the love you feel slipping away
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| Though it’s not the kind
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| Of love you might hope to find
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| If tears could release the heart
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| From the shadows preferred by the mind
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| Like a wind that comes up in the night
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| Caressing your face while you sleep
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| Love will fill your eyes with the sight
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| Of a world you can’t hope to keep
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| Dreaming on after that moment’s gone
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| The light in your lover’s eyes
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| Disappears with the light of the dawn
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| But the morning brings
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| Strength to your restless wings
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| And some other lover sings
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| To the sun’s bright corona
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| I know all about these things
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| Linda Paloma
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| Fly away
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| Linda Paloma |