I have heard the news from Spain
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Now you say you've many things yet to be learning
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And you don't know if or when you'll be returning
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It depends on how
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Everything works out
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If it can somehow
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In Carvajal
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And I have heard the news from Spain
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Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to
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And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you
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As the simple wine
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Of the flow of time
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Pulled us out of rhyme
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In Carvajal
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Into a taxi and down to the airport
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In only the clothes I was standing in
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A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport
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The money we saved in the biscuit tin
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Running afraid to a strange Spanish town
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Searching the sands and the shoreline...
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And I have heard the news from Spain
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Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches
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And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches
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And the crowds have gone
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And I've left my song
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To be killed alone
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In Carvajal
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In Carvajal
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In Carvajal
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The News From Spain
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| Al Stewart |
