| I never knew I was a lover
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| Just cause I steal the things you hide
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| Just cause I focus while we’re dancing
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| Just cause I offered you a ride
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| Still I am not from Barcelona
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| I am not even from Madrid
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| I am a native of the North folk
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| And that can mess up any kid
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| Well if you could reinvent my name
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| Well if you could redirect my day
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| I wanna be the King of Spain
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| And I will settle in Pamplona
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| And I’ll provoke the bulls with words
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| And then I’ll send a man to meet them all
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| The blood is fake, so I have heard
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| And all the senoritas sighing
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| Will be the fountain of my lies
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| But while we’re floating in siestas
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| You search for bottles and for knives
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| Well if you could reinvent my name
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| Well if you could redirect my day
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| I wanna be the King of Spain
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| And I wear my boots of Spanish leather
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| Oh while I’m tightening my crown
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| I’ll disappear in some flamenco
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| Perhaps I’ll reach the other side
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| Why are you stamping my illusion?
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| Just cause I stole some eagle’s wings
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| Because you named me as your lover
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| Well, I thought I could be anything
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| Well if you could reinvent my name
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| Well if you could redirect my day
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| I wanna be the King of Spain |