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Deep within my heart |
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Lies a melody |
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A song of old San Antoine |
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Where in dreams I live |
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With a memory |
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Beneath the stars all alone |
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Well, it was there I found |
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Beside the Alamo |
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Enchantment strange as the |
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Blue up above |
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For that moonlit pass |
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That only he would know |
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Still hears my broken song of love |
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Moon in all your splendor |
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Known only to my heart |
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Call back my rose |
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Rose of San Antoine |
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Lips so sweet and tender |
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Like petals fallin' apart |
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Speak once again of my love, my own |
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Broken song |
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Empty words I know |
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Still live in my heart all alone |
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For that moonlit pass by the Alamo |
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And rose my rose of San Antoine |
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Broken song |
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Empty words I know |
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Still live in my heart all alone |
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For that moonlit pass by the Alamo |
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And rose my rose of San Antoine |
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And rose my rose of San Antoine |
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And rose my rose |
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Of San Antoine |
