I met her in Venezuela
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With a basket on her head
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And if she loved others
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she didn't say
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But I knew she do
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to pass away the time
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in Venezuela
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Pass away the time in Venezuela
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I gave her a sash of blue
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A beautiful sash of blue
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Because I knew
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that she could do
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with all the tricks
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I knew she knew
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To pass away the time
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in Venezuela
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Pass away the time in Venezuela
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And when the wind
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was out to sea
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the wind was out to sea
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And she was taking leave of me
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I said sheer up
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there'll always be
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Sailors on shore on leave
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in Venezuela
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Sailors on shore on leave
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in Venezuela
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Her linger was changed
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but the thought of her
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beautiful smile
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The thought of her
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beautiful smile
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Will haunt me and taunt me
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for many a mile
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She was my gal
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and she did the wale
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To pass away time in Venezuela
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To pass away time in Venezuela
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est
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Yes, you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking,
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you are now rocking
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with the best
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Venezuela
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| Harry Belafonte |
