| Close your eyes and hold our Spanish world
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| Keep it nice, just beneath your auburn curls
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| What you keep inside when the ceremonies fail
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| Like the sand in an oyster, oh, I hope
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| 'Cause now I’m running for my life
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| Would you try to tame the running of the bulls?
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| Would you have combed through the streets in the strife?
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| Would you try to brave the pushes and the pulls?
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| But, honey, the dress you wore is red
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| So this is how we say goodbye this time
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| They were coming fast and the plane was fully-manned
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| Couldn’t make it back to the rendezvous we planned
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| Now a scene remains, and I will not soon forget
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| Just a lonely breeze and you where we met
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| Would you try to tame the running of the bulls?
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| Would you have combed through the streets in the strife?
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| Would you try to brave the pushes and the pulls?
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| But, honey, the dress you wore is red
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| So this is how we say goodbye this time
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| When the mobs amass and take us forth
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| We’re all off to the race and swept away
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| To the running of the bulls
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| Should I have blown through the streets to where you are?
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| I’ll always try to blame the running of the bulls
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| But, honey, the dress you wore is red
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| So this is how we say goodbye
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| The dress you wore is red
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| So this is how we say goodbye
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| This is how we say goodbye in this life
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| And this is how I say goodbye this time
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| Oh, this is how I say |