| The summer sun set a vicious circus
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| When shadows held the world in place
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| But today I felt a chill
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| In my apartment’s coolest place
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| «Fuggi Regal Fantasima»
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| The village larks cannot be heard
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| 'cause all the crows got panderers
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| I can’t escape these velvet drapes
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| Don’t want my rings to fall off my fingers
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| «Fuggi Regal Fantasima»
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| The mirror I find hard to face
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| ‘Cause I fear it’s a long way down
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| Got to get away from here
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| Think I know which hemisphere
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| Crazy me don’t think there’s pain in Barcelona
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| They dance you 'round a waltz confound
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| But I fear it’s a long way down
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| Yes, I fear it’s a long way down
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| It’s cruel
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| Even if that straw I pull
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| And I got to fight that bull
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| Nothing really does compare to Barcelona
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| Besides in Spain Don Juan’s to blame
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| But I fear it’s a long way down
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| But I fear it’s a long way down
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| Yes, I fear it’s a long way down
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| And I fear I won’t be around
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| Got to get away from here
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| Think I know which hemisphere
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| Make sure I have all my papers
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| Laying out my summer clothes
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| Search for traps in vain like scratching
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| So my suitcase I can close
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| «Fuggi Regal Fantasima» |