| Spain, Spain
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| Oh I dreamed last night of Spain
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| After goin' through old journals
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| Entries written from planes from trains
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| Trains to Zaragoza, stops in Pamplona
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| Nights in Barcelona, nights in Cadiz
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| Nights in Sevilla, pullin' oranges from trees
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| Sittin' around Madrid cafes
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| Eatin' Jamon Serrano and tortilla
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| Crema Catalana
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| Drinking Cafe con leche
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| Thanksgiving in San Sebastion
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| A lonely cart with wheels
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| Was brought to my lonely room while I was
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| Watchin' Trains, Planes and Automobiles
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| Bilbao, Bilbao
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| Last time there I was wowed
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| By the amount of friends I saw
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| Oh how I miss them now
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| We talked and we laughed
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| Until the sun came up
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| And it started rainin' out of nowhere
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| And I went up to my room and I slept
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| Spain, Spain
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| How miss my friends in Spain
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| Ezequiel and Paz
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| Miguel, Jose, and Olga
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| Don’t know when I’m gonna see them again
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| My god, I miss them, as I’ve told ya'
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| Nights in Tenerife
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| Oh the Canary Islands
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| Don’t know when I’ll ever be back
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| But I’m so glad I got visit
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| I recall a tour date in Majorca
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| With Damien Jurado
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| Back when he was vegan eatin' pistachios
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| And I was eatin' plates of Jamon Ebirco
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| Woke up from my Spanish dream this morning
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| And looked at my phone
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| A text from a friend and Biden had won
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| Got up got dressed kissed Caroline goodbye
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| Walked down Jack Kerouac Alley
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| The tables were full of people drinkin' wine
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| Vesuvio’s was blastin' Sonic Youth’s «Teenage Riot»
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| Today’s a great day, today I’m feeling great
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| I’ve got love in my life, I got prosciutto on my plate
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| And a bowl full of grapes and friends for days
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| And Ravel plays on my stereo, while I gaze at the Golden Gate |