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It happened in Monterey, a long time ago |
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I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico |
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Stars and steel guitars |
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And luscious lips, as red as wine |
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Broke somebody's heart |
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And I'm afraid that it was mine |
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It happened in Monterey |
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Without thinking twice |
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I left her and threw away the key to paradise |
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My indiscreet heart, longs for the sweetheart |
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That I left in old Monterey |
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It happened in Monterey, a long time ago |
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I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico |
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Stars and steel guitars |
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And luscious lips, as red as wine |
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Broke somebody's heart |
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And I'm afraid that it was mine |
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It happened in Monterey |
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Without thinking twice |
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I left her and threw away the key to paradise |
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My indiscreet heart, longs for the sweetheart |
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That I left in old Monterey |
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It happened in Monterey, a long time ago |
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I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico |
|
Stars guitars |
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Lips, as red as wine |
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Broke somebody's heart |
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And I fear that it was mine |
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It happened in Monterey |
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Without thinking twice |
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I left her and I threw away the key to paradise |
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My indiscreet heart, how it longs for that sweetheart |
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That I left in old Monterey |
