The Spaniard - is he an enemy?
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He seems so frank, so free
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The Spaniard - he looks like good company
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A sailor, just like me
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At least somebody I can ask
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Whose language I understand
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But can I trust him with the task
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Of guiding me through this land?
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So many questions I have got
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On the country, whose streets I walk
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I'm sure he can tell me a lot
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So the Spaniard began to talk:
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" I can give the advice for which you ask
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Never to trust their smiling mask
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They will tell you how nice
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They find your blue eyes
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But that's there parts
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don't show your cards
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They wear seven faces and two hearts !"
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"Never show your real face
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Don't show them joy or sorrow
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Protect yourself from death's embrace!
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That way you'll still live tomorrow
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I'll lead you to one their kings, you see
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He's one of the five who rule
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It's entirely up to you what you'll be
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A free man or a tool!"
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[Chorus]
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Seven Faces (And Two Hearts)
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| Stormwitch |
