(Jerry Leiber and Phil Spector)
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
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It is a special one; it's never seen the sun.
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It only comes out when the moon is on the run
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And all the stars are gleaming.
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It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
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But soft and sweet and dreamy.
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
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With eyes as black as coal, that look down in my soul
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And start a fire there and then I lose control;
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I have to beg your pardon.
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I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
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In my garden.
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It is a special one; it's never seen the sun.
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It only comes out when the moon is on the run
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And all the stars are gleaming.
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I'm gonna pick that rose and watch her as she grows
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In my garden.
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
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There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
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A red rose up in Spanish Harlem...
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Spanish Harlem
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The Mamas & The Papas |