| I was young and alone
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| And my heart searched the
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| World for a home
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| She was free like a bird
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| And sang songs to me I never heard
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| Well
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| The sound of her voice
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| Made it plain that she
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| Knew about boys
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| I brought wine to her taste
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| And we didn’t let much go to waste
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| We sang ye-si-ca
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| We sang ye-si-ca
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| And the boys in the band at the hotel
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| They played it all over again
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| I knew it by heart in the morning
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| And her body was more than a friend
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| Late at night when the wind
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| Passes by like the touch of her skin
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| It will bring to my mind
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| A song and the sweet smell of wine
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| I sang ye-si-ca
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| And the boys in the band at the hotel
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| They played it all over again
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| I knew it by heart in the morning
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| And her body was more than a friend
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| She sang ye-si-ca
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| We sang ye-si-ca |