| Leaving London in the pouring rain
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| Climbed high into the blue again
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| Over Europe, above an ocean
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| I was out on my own
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| On the tarmac, sunlight in my eyes
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| Like a furnace, half hypnotized
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| In the haze I saw the mainland
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| Then I knew you were home
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| Spain… I finally came to Spain
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| Across the straits in Spain
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| Where I want to be
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| Won’t you come home with me?
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| Battered taxis in the marketplace
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| Narrow streets, little alleyways
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| I was restless, kind of breathless
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| Still trapped in the past
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| Nightfall under the battlements
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| Sidewalk cafes and mandolins
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| Across a table in the lamplight
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| When I met you at last
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| Spain… I finally came to Spain
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| Across the straits in Spain
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| Where I want to be
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| Won’t you come home with me?
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| Spain… you finally found me
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| Spain… your arms around me
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| Spain… where I want to stay
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| Won’t you come home
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| Don’t go, won’t you stay with me
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| Leave home, fly away with me
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| Who will find us or remind us
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| When our moment is gone
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| Spain… I finally came to Spain
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| Across the straits in Spain
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| Where I want to be
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| Won’t you come home with me? |
| Spain… you finally found me
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| Spain… your arms around me
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| Spain… where I want to stay
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| Won’t you come home |