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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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There is a rose in |
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Spanish Harlem |
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A red rose up in |
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Spanish Harlem |
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It is a special one |
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It's never seen the sun |
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It only comes out when the moon is on the run |
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And all the stars are gleaming |
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It's growing in the street |
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Right through the concrete |
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Right through the concrete |
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Right through the concrete |
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Soft and dreaming |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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There is a rose in |
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Spanish Harlem |
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A red rose up in |
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Spanish Harlem |
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With eyes as black as coal |
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He looks down in my soul |
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And starts a fire there and then |
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I lose control |
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I have to beg your pardon |
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I'm goin' to pick that rose |
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And watch him as he grows |
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In my garden |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
