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Met an old friend the other day |
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Recognised from a different age |
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Like a ghost in a photograph |
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Distant memories of the past |
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There was nico and limpopo |
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Ipaminandas and young nero |
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All the old friends we've known so well |
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With all the stories they'll never tell |
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All it took was a photograph |
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To bring the memories chasing back |
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Of summer sunshine and cool green wine |
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And all the good times we'd left behind |
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We'd take the road down to almansil |
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If i had known then we'd be there still |
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We left our hearts in the soft sea spray |
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With every quinta do lago day |
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The wind in your hair |
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The sun in your face |
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The feeling of the power |
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The beauty and grace |
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Paraiso dos cavalos |
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Paraiso dos cavalos |
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Through our minds move the souls |
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Of our bygone years |
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As we ride through their ancient tears |
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To a place to a time where |
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We'd all be saved |
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To gallop on in the breaking waves |
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At paraiso dos cavalos |
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Paraiso dos cavalos |