| Wear a suit of red and white
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| And each light and raise a candle
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| And we covered walls with the colors and with oils
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| And we put our bare feet upon the red rock soil
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| When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Every child will turn to stone
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| And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Everything will turn to gold
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| We will sing out to the damned
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| From the tops of haciendas
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| Now the Rio is on fire
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| And a call to join us sings the midnight wire
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| When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Every child will turn to stone
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| And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Everything will turn to gold
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| And your brother placed his hands upon your hands
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| Cleaned your pockets
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| And closed your eyes
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| And a white cloud drifts across the dirty sky
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| And you’re breathing
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| But you’re going to die
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| La de da da da da da da da da da
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| Paint your front door red and white
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| Fill your pockets with lead and silver
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| Now the sea will rise and boil
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| When we give our bodies to the red rock soil
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| When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Every child will turn to stone
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| And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona
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| Everything will turn to gold
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| All you see will turn to gold
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| Everything will turn to gold |