| Barcelona is a woman’s town women everywhere
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| Barcelona is a woman’s eyes, raven gypsy hair
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| I got drunk in Barcelona and then she walked away from me
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| My tears ran down a bottle of Spanish burgundy
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| And I drank until I slept and I slept until I dream
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| In every dream her lips did taste of Spanish burgundy
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| There was once a gypsy saying, it may come from Catalan
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| First the man he takes the drink and then the drink it takes the man
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| It may lead you to destruction or a love that’s meant to be
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| But beware of Barcelona girls and the Spanish Burgundy
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| And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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| We dream of Barcelona girls and Spanish burgundy
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| So I will join the old men down in the sad cafe
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| The sun goes up the sun goes down, shadows cross our face
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| As we sing of how it might of been oh and how it used to be
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| And the moon shines through the bottles of Spanish burgundy
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| And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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| We dream of Barcelona girls and Spanish burgundy
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| And we drink until we sleep and we sleep until we dream
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| In every dream her lips did taste of Spanish burgundy |