| Last night I dreamt you were a glass of rioja
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| Wine we drank on the first night we met
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| If you could cross my tongue, and trace through my veins
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| You could have gone with me on the morning I left
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| Oh, la meva maca senorita
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| You danced the sardana, bare feet on the floor
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| And when you get tired lay your head on my chest
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| Please hear my song, don’t you cry no more
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| Oh, my heart is a bird that sings while you’re gone
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| La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| The loneliest song that you’ve ever heard
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| La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| Goodbye, Barcelona, so glad I’ve been shown ya
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| I’m going, I’m leaving the land of the sun
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| For the far north where I don’t want to go
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| Where the rain it stops for no one
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| But I’m bringing a bottle of rum
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| I was just thinking about my return
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| Temptation like oranges lies ripe on the vine
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| Sagrada Familia grows taller each year
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| Like my love for you that grows stronger with time |