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My patron saint is a fighting with a ghost / He's always off somewhere when I need him most / That the Spanish moon is rising on the hill / But my heart is a tellin' me I love you still

I march in the parade of liberty / But as long as I love you I'm not free / How long must I suffer such abuse / Won't you let me see you smile before I cut you loose?

My head tells me it's time to make a change / But my heart is telling me I love you but you're strange

Then one more time at midnight, near the wall / Take off your heavy make up and your shawl / Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it

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