I saw her in the barrio
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In the town where the brothers fought
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Across the river from the Moorish Mosque
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That the Spanish Christians bought
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Her hair was dressed by Vesps
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Woven in the leather wind
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She grew up int the country
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You could see it in her innocent grin
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Run Preciosa, Run for love
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The olive trees need rain
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Memories of your gypsy past
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Still ride on the midnight train
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Your lover's heart was way too wild
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You saw it in his face
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You walk the graveyard with his child
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In a veil of Spanish lace
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The son of Tony Camborio
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Drove a souped up Red Renault
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With a muffler rusted as the red wrought iron
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Around his father's burial vault
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The Civil Guards raise their sleepy heads
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When she spins to watch the car change lanes
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Tho so many years have passed
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Not that much has changed
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Run Preciosa, Run for love
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The olive trees need rain
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Memories of your gypsy past
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Still ride on the midnight train
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Your lover's heart was way too wild
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You saw it in his face
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You walk the graveyard with his child
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In a veil of Spanish lace
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The hours paint the whitewashed walls
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In shadows of Lavender-grey
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Preciosa counts the ring of bells
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From the church where the white doves lay
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The flashing lights of the Civil Guard
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Around a red renault they flash
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Not that much has really changed,
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Tho so much time has passed...
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Run Preciosa
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| Ely Joe |
