Here, on the slab I awake
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And I'm freezing
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There is a light up ahead
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And I rise and float through the air
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Through a tunnel
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Now the light's up ahead
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Here, in a bullring I stand
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Am I dreaming?
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There is a bull up ahead
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And I laugh, 'Ha ha ha'
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I get it, I'm dead
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And this whole charade's
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A fight for my soul
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Red-eyed fiend
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Lunges I turn while
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Skeletal picadores
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Stab away at the beast
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I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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I lay my eyes on the Devil
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Oh fate, once again I lay
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I lay, I lay, I lay
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There in the stands something grabs
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My attention
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Like it is calling to me
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It's a girl with eyes like the sea
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Is she an angel sent to watch over me?
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I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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I lay my eyes on the Devil
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Oh fate, once again I lay
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I lay, I lay, I lay
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Suddenly I remember
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The girl with eyes like the sea
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I turn, she winks and she smiles gently
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While the bull runs straight into me
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I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
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I lay my eyes on the Devil
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'Blue-eyed matador', I cried
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I fell for your wicked disguise
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Blue-Eyed Matador
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| Voltaire |
