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You wish you were a bird |
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As they carry you away |
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On wings as white as snow |
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You would glide through the heights |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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You know the truth |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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But who are you |
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Now take off your masquerade |
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Its time to reach a higher state |
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This is your very own crusade |
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Else you take on your people's fate |
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You lead them through the black decay |
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To find the golden hills fro to love |
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With a golden tongue you're blessed |
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Know your sins will be confessed |
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Like an old true naked bliss |
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Your secret is your gift |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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You know the truth |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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Magdalena |
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But who are you |
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Now take off your masquerade |
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Its time to reach a higher state |
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This is your very own crusade |