In the hills above Fresno
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By a shining mountain stream
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A young man laid where he fell
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In the ruins of his dreams
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He looked into the sky
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Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
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And the woman knelt beside him
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Consuela Biaz
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Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
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She bathed his wounds
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And he kissed her trembling fingers
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Consuela Biaz
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In the town San Domingo
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As we laughed and danced all night
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To the sound of flamingo guitars
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Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
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He came from over the sea
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Full of the passion of when
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You were born to be free
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From the Valley of Ronda
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Consuela Biaz
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Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
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She bathed his wounds
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And he kissed her trembling fingers
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Consuela Biaz
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Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda
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To the hills above Fresno
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Just to die against her shoulder
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Consuela Biaz
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Conzuela Biaz
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No Mercy |