| Her family lives in a trailer
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| Five miles out of town
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| He’s crazy said the neighbors
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| I was white--she was brown
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| But we’d just run to the river
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| And lay our bodies down
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| Between her sighs we’d love away the lies
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| That followed us around
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| Margarita, Margarita
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| The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
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| Are the only secrets I’ll ever know
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| Margarita
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| We grew up together
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| While our families worked the land
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| And the shadows never touched
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| The places where we ran
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| But as the years went driftin' by
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| The harvest turned to sand
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| She went away--I had to stay
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| I’ll never understand
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| Margarita, Margarita
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| The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
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| Are the only secrets I’ll ever know
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| Margarita
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| Sometimes in the evenin'
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| At the closing of the day
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| I look down on the valley
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| Where we used to lay
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| And now there’s just a whisper
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| Of an old familiar name
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| Margarita, give anything to see you
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| It feels that good to say
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| Margarita, Margarita
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| The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
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| Are the only secrets I’ll ever know
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| Margarita |