| If you’ve been in Havana
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| You have heard a dreamy tune
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| When you think of Havana
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| You recall this dreamy tune
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| If you’ve danced in Havana
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| You’ve caught its funny rhythm
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| That made your senses stray
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| Night and day, here’s that tantalizing melody they play
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| Siboney, that’s the tune
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| That they croon at you down Havana way
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| Siboney, that’s the dance
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| That they dance at the cafe
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| And that tune brings you dreams
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| So it seems underneath the silver moon
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| As they play Siboney, ev’ry care will fade away
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| Fascinating, captivating, Siboney
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| Siboney, brings you dreams
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| So it seems underneath the silver moon
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| As they play Siboney, ev’ry care will fade away
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| Fascinating, captivating, Siboney |