| She was a rose in Spanish clothes
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| Had her hair hung down, all shiny brown
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| I asked her name as the sun did wane
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| She said ‘Maria, I’ll be around'
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| She said ‘Maria, I’ll be around'
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| And that’s when cold said I was old
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| That I had no reason to sing this song
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| But I was fooled, my heart was unschooled
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| And Maria came along
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| In a bomber jacket, chewing gum
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| On an ancient cycle, in the streets of town
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| She rode her Harley, I wore a gun
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| No one ever said a thing about what we’d done
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| This old poet and his girl so young
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| Were blind to time, refused to run
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| Came full circle in Mexico
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| In the night by the stars and the moon glow
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| She was a rose in Spanish clothes
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| Had her hair hung down, all shiny brown
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| I asked her name as the sun did wane
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| She said ‘Maria, I’ll be around'
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| She said ‘Maria, I’ll be around' |