| Perdido, I look for my heart it’s perdido
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| I lost it way down in Torido
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| While chancing a dance fiesta
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| Bolero, he glanced as I danced the Bolero
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| He said taking off his sombrero: «Let's meet for a sweet fietsa»
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| High was the sun when we first came close
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| Low was the moon when we said adios
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| Perdido, since then has my heart been perdido
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| I know I must go to Torido, that yearning to lose perdido
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| I look for my heart it’s perdido
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| I lost it way down in Torido
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| He glanced as I danced the Bolero
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| He smiled as he tipped his sombrero
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| High was the moon when we first came close
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| Low was the moon when we said adios
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| Since then has my heart been perdido
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| I must go to Torido, that yearning telude
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| Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido
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| The day the fiesta started
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| Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido oeoeoeoe Perdido
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| That’s when my heart departed
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| It’s perdido! |