| The wine beneath the bed,
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| The things we’ve done and said
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| And all the memories that come glancing back to me In my loneliness
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| You’re standing in the breach
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| Beyond that stretch, but our love will reach
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| Unconsciousness that find me sometimes wondering
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| Where you’re at.
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| Hmm, take me back again,
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| Take me back one more time, Spanish rose.
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| The way you pulled the gate
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| Behind you when you said, «It ain’t too late,
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| Come on, let’s have a ball
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| And swing the town tonight.»
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| And hoping you’d come through
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| And many others, too,
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| And all the friends we used to have in days gone by,
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| I’m wondering
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| If you’ll take me back again,
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| Take me back one more time, Spanish rose.
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| And when the lights went out
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| And no one was abandoning the country in full bloom,
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| In the room we danced
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| And many hearts were torn
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| And when the word went around that everything was wrong
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| And couldn’t be put right
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| It tore me up, it tore me up.
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| In slumber you did sleep,
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| The window I did creep
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| And touch your raven hair and sing that song
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| Again to you.
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| You did not even wince,
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| You thought I was the Prince
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| To come and take you from your misery
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| And lonely castle walls.
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| Ah, take me back again,
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| Take me back one more time, Spanish rose.
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| (fadeout)
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| Ah ah, ah ah,
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| Mmmj, mmm,
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| Da da da di da da da … |