I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to

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shy away from coming inCloser still my darling friendDon't

breath is a prayer of some kindI breathe in,

I'm back on dry land once againOpportunity awaits me like a

thought I knewNow I knowWay aloneNow I around

you standing outside?Looking up at the skyCursing a wondering

de "Ya No Hay Forma De Pedir voy a

When you're standing on the side of a hillFeeling like your

how about thisA little conversation tonightThinking aloud how we

Don't, Don't go go breaking my heartI couldn't

they say that it's a factIf you watch the

not the same as I used to beAll the

you see the first man on the moon?Have you

1: Chad getting late, I haven't seen my dateSo

bet on our lives and we bet on the

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

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and gentlemen, the hardest working man in show business, Mr.

And now I knowSpanish Harlem are not just pretty words to