| Stroke of luck and bad nights fall for Buenos Aires
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| The toxic early morning air rushed out
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| The attractive smell of weekend change
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| You don't understand anything it's a beautiful and confusing feeling
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| I looked at her and invited myself to hell
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| She seduced me with her magical flavor
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| She's killing me but I'm having fun
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| There is something in her that has no explanation
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| And we danced with her on a long journey
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| It was dangerous but still interesting
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| She fell again into the hands of the owner
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| A good boy from the Buenos Aires jet set
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| Like a Rolling Stone
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| Takes where you like it
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| more than two loves
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| I prefer the millions of likes
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| that you always give me
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| And be fashionable cover
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| Don Juan from Buenos Aires gets on the train, so as not to get off
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| He got a one-way ticket but he will not be able to return
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| He woke up crying for a woman who will not return
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| He took out asking for spells to never shine again
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| I looked at her and invited myself to hell
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| It seduced me with its magical flavor
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| It's killing me but I'm having fun
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| There is something in her that has no explanation
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| And we danced with her on a long journey
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| It was dangerous but still interesting
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| Madness, crystals, awakenings without rest
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| Will I ever be able to walk away from this?
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| Like a Rolling Stone
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| Takes where you like it
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| more than two loves
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| I prefer the millions of likes
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| that you always give me
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| And be fashionable cover
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| Fashion be like a Rolling Stone
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| They never know where to go
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| I suggest you enter
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| you will know how to get out
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| I met her humming this song
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| In the place where we were first
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| I advised him to give himself over to pain
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| Like a Rolling Stone
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| Takes where you like it
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| more than two loves
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| I prefer the millions of likes
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| that you always give me
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| And be fashionable cover |