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Yesterday, just a photograph of yesterday |
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And all its edges folded and the corners faded sepia brown |
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And yet it's all I have of our past love |
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A postscript to its ending |
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Brighter days, I can see such brighter days |
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When every song we sang is sung again |
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And now we know, we know this time it's for good |
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And we're lovers once again and you're near me |
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I can remember the rain in December |
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The leaves of brown on the ground |
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In Spain I did love and adore you |
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The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays |
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And tomorrow will bring you near me |
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I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire |
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And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today |
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I can say, I get a kick every time |
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They play that, Spain, again |
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I can remember the rain in December |
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The leaves of brown on the ground |
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Our love was a Spanish fiesta |
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The bright lights and songs were our joy each day |
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And the nights were the heat of yearning |
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I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire |
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And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today |
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I can say, I get a kick every time |
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I see you gaze at me |
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I see moments of history |
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Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody |
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And we live again as if dreaming |
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The sound of our hearts beat like castanets |
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And forever we'll know their meaning |
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I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire |
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And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today |
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I can say, I get a kick every time |
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I see you gaze at me |
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You gaze at me, I see moments of history |
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Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody |
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And we live again as if dreaming |
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The sound of our hearts beat like castanets |
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And forever we'll know their meaning |
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I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire |
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And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today |
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I can say, I get a kick every time |
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I see you gaze at me |
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You gaze at me, I see moments of history |
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Your eyes meet mine and they dance to the melody |
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And we live again as if dreaming |
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The sound of our hearts beat like castanets |
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And forever we'll know their meaning |
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I can remember the rain in December |
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The leaves are brown tumbling down |
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In Spain I did love and adore you |
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The nights filled with joy were our yesterdays |
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And tomorrow will bring you near me |
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I can recall my desire, every reverie is on fire |
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And I get a picture of all our yesterdays, yes, today |
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I can say, I get a kick and I'm here to say |
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Here, Spain, again |
![Spain (I Can Recall) [Remastered Version]](/storage/16/159239.jpg "Spain (I Can Recall) [Remastered Version]")