| I keep old feelings locked
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| In the room below
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| Soft kisses
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| Stained wine glasses
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| And outside the snow
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| Broken windows
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| Wilted flowers
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| And we stayed happy there for hours
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| Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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| She sings my sad then happy heart
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| How I loved any kind of love
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| And you the love of art
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| I painted walls flamenco orange
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| You painted me in greys and charcoals
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| We stayed together, braved the winter
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| I was happy, but then I had you
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| Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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| She sings my sad then happy heart
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| How I loved any kind of love
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| And you the love of art
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| Sometimes the ceiling would collapse
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| The upstairs sink leaked down our walls
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| We never washed the cups or dishes
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| Well love can keep you very busy
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| Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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| She sings my sad then happy heart
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| How I loved any kind of love
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| And you the love of art |