| It’s midnight in Havana, there’s a party on the streets
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| Nylons on the sea wall, and music on the beach
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| It’s midnight in Havana, all the young girls in the streets
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| Who will dance fandango yeah, with Epithany tonight?
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| I believe she needs someone to make her feel that it’s alright
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| Who will dance fandango yeah, with Epithany tonight?
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| And though the revolution came way before her time
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| Is there is a solution to, to the old man’s party line?
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| Oh, the revolution came and it had it’s time
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| Waiting for Castro to die, waiting for Castro to die
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| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in the morning sky
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| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in every young girls eyes
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| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, waiting for Castro to die
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| She can ride the railroad, yeah, that robbed the sugar cane
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| Take pictures of Guantanarro before the hurricane
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| She could ride the railroad, yeah, who’s steam would feel like rain
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| Waiting for Castro to die, waiting for Castro to die
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| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in the morning sky
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| And oh, it should be magic, yeah, in every young girl’s eyes
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| And oh, it should be magic as they’re waiting for Castro to die
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| It’s midnight in Havana, yeah, there’s a party in the streets
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| Nylons on the sea wall, yeah, and music on the beach
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| It’s midnight in Havana, yeah, all the young girls in the streets
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| Waiting for Castro to die
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| Waiting for Castro to die
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| Waiting for Castro to die
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| Waiting for Castro to die |