Words and music by Roddy Frame
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Ran a redlight
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Running lonely
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Through Gaudi's soft confusion
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Hey, hey my Barcelonian
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Such a gentle jones
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Running through my bones
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Placa reial calls
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It calls, it calls
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It calls the night home.
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Chorus:
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And then her eyes
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Like Spanish horses
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Danced as language died
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They danced
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Like spanish horses
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As saddensd skies
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Descended on the night
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We saw two ships set sail
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And the lights danced
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On the water, they danced
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They danced
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Like spanish horses
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Trying to exorcise
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The thought that daytime dies
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Race, run and stumble
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Fall into dark
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See the fire, see the spark
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Then you fall, then you fall
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So free and humble
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You tumble.
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Chorus
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You're born from bloody revolution
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You're lost to simplicity
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And small solutions
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So you burn
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When you're born
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Then you burn
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Burn, burn...
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Spanish Horses
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Aztec Camera |