You can breathe in the music the city makes
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Move by the rhythm the Gypsies play
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Deep inside it comes alive.
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There is a whisper that feeds your soul
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Word's so beautiful like a Spanish rose
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Till you hypnotize that's when you arrive
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[Chorus:]
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You got to strut like you mean it
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Free your mind
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It's not enough just to dream it
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Come on, come on.
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Get up when you feel it
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It's your chance to shine
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Strut like you mean it
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Come on, come on, come on, yeah.
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Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
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Deep in the pavements kicking through the streets
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To wonder like Picasso in the Barcelona heat.
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Passion is the fashion and life is poetry
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We welcome to another worlds where every heart can beat (ow, ow)
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In a different tempo there's never a wrong one (never a wrong one (never a wrong one))
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Building to a crescendo
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You know the journey is just begun (ah, ah, ah).
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[Chorus]
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Hey feel the flow when you just can't move no more (no more)
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The city wants to show (aha) you something (something), something (something)
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A heart unfolds (unfolds ) that you will never know (never know)
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Barcelona soul (uh) says something (something), something good is coming, is coming, yeah
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Everybody knows that something good is coming on!
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[Chorus]
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You got to strut...
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Bienvenidas esto es mi sueno
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Come on, come on, get up!
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Siganme y descubran mi Barcelona
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Stand! Come on, come on!
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Bienvenidas esto es mi sueno
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Come on, come on... [fading]
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Strut
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| The Cheetah Girls |
