Salvador Sanchez arrived and vanished
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Only twenty-three with so much speed
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Owning the highway
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Mexico City bred so many
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But none quite like him sweet warrior
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Pure magic matador
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Pancho Villa would never rest
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'Til 1925 he closed his eyes
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Two Manilla stars would rise
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Ghosts of the Phillipines, choirs and angels sing
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Ukelele strings play for his legend
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Iloilo king
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How have they gone
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Felled by leather
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All alone
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Bound together
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Benny "kid" Paret came a good way
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Climbed to the grey sky to lift his hands
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Stopped by the better man
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Eyes of Las Villas cry for sons
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Lost on distant shores, unforeseen horrors
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Struck and delivered him
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How have they gone
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Felled by leather
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All alone
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Bound together
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Why have they gone
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Felled by leather
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All alone
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All bound together
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Salvador Sanchez
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| Sun Kil Moon |
