(Jerry Leiber and Phil Specto)
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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 dreamin'
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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 starts a fire there and then I lose control
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I have to beg your pardon
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I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
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I'm going to pick that rose and watch her as she grows in my garden
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem)
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[Fade]
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Spanish Harlem
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Ben E. King |