| She came along down in Quezaltenango
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| April 11th '99
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| I’d been driven by my worried mind
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| Through these strange lands towards
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| Something I couldn’t quite define
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| Her Spanish eyes full of sorrow
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| Yet whole being so divine
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| Oh, that night, that night
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| I felt free and her appearance felt like a sign
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| The second she was to leave
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| I felt the earth tremble, stars assemble
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| And the shimmering sky fall crashing down
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| And I heard somebody speak
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| With my own voice
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| Asking for some light for a cigarette
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| Of a special northern kind
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| I mean, how could I have been so blind?
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| Every single minute was ablaze with our fire
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| That burned through the night rushing by
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| We were one, oh and she was destined to become
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| The Love, Love of my life
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| I wanted her along
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| So I went for my guitar and played a love song
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| And I tried and I tried to convince her to follow
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| But she said:
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| «No, If you gotta leave, you’re gonna leave all alone»
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| I could never ever leave
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| You made my earth tremble
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| My insurmountable walls come crashing down
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| She told me not to speak
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| And without a word she put flowers in her hair
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| And like a waft of air
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| She took her love elsewhere
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| Oh, my Love!
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| All I see in every woman
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| All I see in every man
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| A conspiracy to shatter our «stars-written-plan»
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| Together, Forever
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| I will catch our stars and wake their shine
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| Together, Forever
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| Gonna find you and make you mine
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| We never met again
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| The way it was meant to be
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| Oh no, nor did we ever see
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| The fulfillment of our destiny
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| And I can’t find a place
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| To stand, to sit, to crawl to
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| 'Cause your spell under which I surely fell
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| Did never leave me girl, never left me alone
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| Now, I’m trying to live without your love
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| In this hazy flow
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| The wasted years are passing by in an endless row
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| If these are the days to exhaust my faith in us
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| I won’t give in
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| I’m hanging by this thread
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| We’re lovers in my head
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| Till the graveyard is our bed |