| He came dancing across the water
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| With his galleons and guns
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| Looking for the new world
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| In that palace in the sun
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| On the shore lay Montezuma
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| With his coca leaves and pearls
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| In his halls he often wandered
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| With the secrets of the worlds.
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| And his subjects gathered 'round him
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| Like the leaves around a tree
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| In their clothes of many colours
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| For the angry gods to see.
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| And the women all were beautiful
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| And the men stood straight and strong
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| They offered life in sacrifice
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| So that others could go on.
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| Hate was just a legend
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| And war was never known
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| The people worked together
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| And they lifted many stones
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| They carried them to the flatlands
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| And they died along the way
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| But they built up with their bare hands
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| What we still can’t do today.
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| And I know she’s living there
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| And she loves me to this day
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| I still can’t remember when
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| Or how I lost my way.
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| He came dancing across the water
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| Cortez, Cortez
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| What a killer.
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| He came dancing …
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| …so that others could go on…
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| He came dancing across the water
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| Cortez, Cortez
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| What a killer… |