He came dancing across the water
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With his galleons and guns
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Looking for the new world
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And [the] palace in the sun
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On the shore lay Montezuma
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With his coca leaves and pearls
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In his halls he often wandered
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With the secrets of the worlds
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And his subjects gathered 'round him
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Like the leaves around a tree
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In [his] clothes of many colours
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For the angry gods to see
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And the women all were beautiful
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And the men stood straight and strong
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They offered life in sacrifice
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So that others could go on
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[Now] hate was just a legend
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And war was never known
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People worked together
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And they lifted many stones
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They carried them to the flatlands
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[But] they died along the way
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[And] they built up with their bare hands
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What we still can't [do] today
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And I know she [is] living there
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And she loves me to this day
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I ... can't remember when
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Or how I lost my way
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He came dancing across the water
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Cortez Cortez
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What a killer
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Cortez The Killer
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| Matthew Sweet |
