| Spanish is the loving tongue
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| The lost girl in the midnight sun
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| Is lost and young
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| She comes as if from a dream
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| And asks me what does living mean
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| I’m lost? |
| I’m lost
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| We build in sand before the tide
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| I understand that we can’t hide
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| The revenge of suburban spite
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| They turn their backs upon the light
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| They’re wrong they’re wrong
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| The narrow minded who cannot learn
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| From bearded boys and lank haired girls
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| Who were right. |
| Right on-
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| In the hours of idle dreaming
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| Ten gold leaves my blood is bleeding
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| We build in sand before the tide
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| I understand that we can’t hide
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| And try to hide that we don’t understand
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| Come and live out on the beach
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| Where new Victorian blackouts bleach
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| Oh come oh come
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| Reject their values and their fear
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| Money isn’t worshipped here
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| Oh come oh come
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| There will be times of joy and sorrow
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| Don’t put off life until tomorrow
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| The spark of human kindness catches
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| A little flame among the ashes
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| Truth will only come in snatches |