| I went wild, see the burning flags
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| California ladies and their empty crags
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| Much from treaties, fall to catch the wind
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| Seems as though they might let the other side win
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| Let 'em win
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico, oh no, oh no, Roberto
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| The crew’s keyhole closed the door
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| Chased the seller off the floor
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| Like violet sheets and scarlet wraps
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| Close your eyes, but it won’t end
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| Beyond all sense, beyond all taste
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| Shirt-tails out above the waist, yeah
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| Read them all page after page
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| God would never weep before an empty cage
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| Good dad, his hair is wild, but man hand-in-hand
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| He studies every single grain of sand
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| Because he can
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico, oh no, oh no, Roberto
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| Tell me, won’t you tell me, tell me, tell me true
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Beyond all sense, beyond all taste
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| Shirt-tails out above the waist
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| Eclipsing stars with withered hands
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| A statue of the invisible man
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| Stands glorious (Glorious)
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| All pink and pale
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| Gathering mold, his coat for sale
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| The dance, they go oh no, oh no, Roberto
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| Five-mile drinking, tell me what to do
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| I just can’t believe that you
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| Beyond all sense, beyond all taste
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| Shirt-tails out above the waist
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico Roberto
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| Fantástico, oh no, oh no, Roberto (Ooh)
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| Oh no |