I keep old feelings locked
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In the room below
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Soft kisses
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Stained wine glasses
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And outside the snow
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Broken windows
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Wilted flowers
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And we stayed happy there for hours
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Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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She sings my sad then happy heart
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How I loved any kind of love
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And you the love of art
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I painted walls flamenco orange
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You painted me in greys and charcoals
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We stayed together, braved the winter
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I was happy, but then I had you
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Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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She sings my sad then happy heart
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How I loved any kind of love
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And you the love of art
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Sometimes the ceiling would collapse
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The upstairs sink leaked down our walls
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We never washed the cups or dishes
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Well love can keep you very busy
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Oh, how I love Carmen Amaya
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She sings my sad then happy heart
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How I loved any kind of love
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And you the love of art
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The Room Below
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| Marc Almond |
