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Oh Granada I see, from the land to the sea |
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Like a bird in the sky I stare down on your view |
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Oh Granada...are you slipping away? |
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Oh Granada I feel that I'll never be free |
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And I'll never set my feet back down on your ground |
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Oh Granada...you are slipping away |
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I must incinerate every word |
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...That spews from those pretty lips |
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I must incinerate...it's not the end of the line |
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It's the end of the world |
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Oh Granada I see, through your eyes runs a gleam |
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But it's fading so fast I can hardly believe |
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That Granada...that you'll never be real |
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Oh Granada you are just a vague ancient star |
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In the head of a man that will never go far |
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Oh Granada...for a time you were real |