| I know for sure his heart is here with me
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| Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see
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| My hands trembling, I know he hears me sing
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| I light this candle and watch it throw
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| Tears on my pillow
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| And if there is a Christ, he’ll come tonight
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| To pray for Spanish eyes
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| And if I have nothing left to show
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| Tears on my pillow
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| What kind of life is this if God exists
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| Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
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| He had to fight like all the rest
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| In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
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| I don’t understand; |
| at least he was a man
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| I light this candle and watch it throw
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| Tears on my pillow
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| And if there is a Christ, he’ll come tonight
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| To pray for Spanish eyes
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| And if I have nothing left to show
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| Tears on my pillow
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| What kind of life is this if God exists
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| Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
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| Intermediate:
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| How many lives will they have to take?
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| How much heartache?
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| How many suns will they have to burn?
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| Spanish eyes
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| When will they ever learn?
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| You were not the Maravilla in our minds
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| We were proud to fight but we cannot win this blind
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| Stand your guns against the wall
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| Who’s next in line to fall
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| I light this candle and watch it throw
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| Tears on my pillow
|
| And if there is a Christ, he’ll come tonight
|
| To pray for Spanish eyes
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| And if I have nothing left to show
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| Tears on my pillow
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| What kind of life is this if God exists
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| Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
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| (Spoken:)
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| Tus lagrimas de tristeza
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| No me dejan olvidarte
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| Intermediate:
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| How many lives will they have to take?
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| How much heartache?
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| How many suns will they have to burn?
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| Spanish eyes
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| When will they ever learn? |