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Wear a suit of red and white |
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And each light and raise a candle |
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And we covered walls with the colors and with oils |
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And we put our bare feet upon the red rock soil |
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When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Every child will turn to stone |
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And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Everything will turn to gold |
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We will sing out to the damned |
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From the tops of haciendas |
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Now the Rio is on fire |
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And a call to join us sings the midnight wire |
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When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Every child will turn to stone |
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And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Everything will turn to gold |
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And your brother placed his hands upon your hands |
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Cleaned your pockets |
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And closed your eyes |
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And a white cloud drifts across the dirty sky |
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And you're breathing |
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But you're going to die |
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La de da da da da da da da da da |
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Paint your front door red and white |
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Fill your pockets with lead and silver |
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Now the sea will rise and boil |
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When we give our bodies to the red rock soil |
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When the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Every child will turn to stone |
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And when the sun goes down on southern Barcelona |
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Everything will turn to gold |
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All you see will turn to gold |
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Everything will turn to gold |