| Oleana, via Del Norte, O Canada
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| It was snowtime, it was showtime, it was no time
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| To be lost in downtown Toronto
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| It was wintertime, ‘round dinnertime
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| I’m beginning to see that the sunshine just doesn’t want to
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| From a side street come a backbeat
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| Pulling on me like the moon pullin' on the tide
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| Ay caramba, one-note samba, la la la la bamba
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| Lighting me up inside
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| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum
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| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember
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| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar
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| And every note was the antidote to December
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| My first impression, some kind of procession
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| Pulling on a long line of fancy dancers
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| A band stuck up on a flatbed truck
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| They were raising a ruckus swinging for the fences
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| Exiled Mexican textile working
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| Punching two clocks, sending two paychecks home boys
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| Hard working law ‘biding bus riding people
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| Celebration on wheels destination unknown
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| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum
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| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember
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| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar
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| And every note was the antidote to December
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| Rio Grande
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| Oleana
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| Via Del Norte
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| Oh Canada
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| There was a lifeline south in the song coming from her mouth
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| It swallowed me up and I followed it on downtown
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| In the light of dawn the message that life goes on
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| For the frozen man an invitation to live again
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| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum
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| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember
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| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar
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| And every note was the antidote to December
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| They were shakin' it loose with the juice from the mambo man
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| Long lanky Yankee boy, Buckwheat and Spanky my my
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| Santiago de Cuba
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| Belo Horizonte
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| Cartagena
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| Guaguancó Canada
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| Guaguancó Canada |