| Brazil, where hearts were entertaining june
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| We stood beneath an amber moon
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| And softly murmured someday soon
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| We kissed and clung together
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| Then, tomorrow was another day
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| Morning found me miles away
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| With still a million things to say
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| Now, when twilight dims the sky above
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| Recalling thrills of our love
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| There’s one thing I’m certain of
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| Return I will to old Brazil
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| Then, tomorrow was another day
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| Morning found me miles away
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| With still a million things to say
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| Now, when twilight dims the sky above
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| Recalling thrills of our love
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| There’s one thing that I’m certain of
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| Return I will to old Brazil
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| That old Brazil
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| Man, it’s old in Brazil
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| Brazil, Brazil |