I know for sure his heart is here with me
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Though I wish him back, I know he cannot see
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My hands trembling, I know he hears me sing
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[Chorus:]
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I light this candle and watch it throw
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Tears on my pillow
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And if there is a Christ, he'll come tonight
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To pray for Spanish eyes
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And if I have nothing left to show
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Tears on my pillow
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What kind of life is this if God exists
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Then help me pray for Spanish eyes
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He had to fight like all the rest
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In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
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I don't understand; at least he was a man
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[chorus]
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[Intermediate:]
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How many lives will they have to take?
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How much heartache?
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How many suns will they have to burn?
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Spanish eyes
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When will they ever learn?
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You were not the Maravilla in our minds
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We were proud to fight but we cannot win this blind
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Stand your guns against the wall
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Who's next in line to fall
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[chorus]
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[Spoken:]
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Tus lagrimas de tristeza
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No me dejan olvidarte
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Your tears of sadness
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Will not let me forget you
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[intermediate]
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Spanish Eyes
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| Madonna |
