I hung myself out on the line
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Beneath an Argentinan sky
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And I expected there to dry
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Beneath the argentina sky
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Upon the rooftop here so high
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Beneath the argentina sky
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The storm did call me to its side
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Beneath the Argentinan sky
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And the dogs of Buenos Aires they will take you from your sleep
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Between the firecrackers cackling and the taxis in the street
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And if you wake up lonely better throw some shoes upon those feet
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To keep the heartbreak from taking your life
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Once I had planned to be your bride
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Before this Argentinan sky
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Now I just tend my wounded pride
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Under this Argentinan sky
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Now I want the rain to fall into my eyes
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From this Argentinan sky
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The thunder to match my anguished cries
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Beneath this Argentinan sky
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I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
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I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
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And when the rain began to pound I lifted up my face until
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I was soaked with the ache of the sky
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Spanish talks :
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ELLA HACIA EL LAVADO EN LA TERRAZA,
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She was washing the clothes at the rooftop,
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MIENTRAS EL SOL LE QUEMABA LA ESPALDA.
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While the sun was burning her back.
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ELLA INTENTABA FREGAR EL SUDOR DE SU DESCONSUELO,
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She was trying to wash out the sweat of her grief,
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ESCURRIR LAS LAGRIMAS.
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Drain her tears.
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PERO ANTES DE QUE LA TAREA ESTUVIERA TERMINADA,
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But before the work was done,
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LA ROPA TODAVIA DOLIENTE EN LA SOGA,
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Clothes still aching on the rope,
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BAJO DESDE EL DELTA UN VIENTO PODEROSO,
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From the Delta came down a powerful wind,
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Y LAS NUBES SE CARGARON A LO LAARGO DEL CIELO.
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And the clouds got loaded all through the sky.
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"˘®RAPIDO, ADENTRO! ˘®CERRAD LAS VENTANAS! ˘®VIENE UNA TORMENTA!
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"Quickly, get in! close the windows! There's a storm moving in!
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˘®SACA TU ROPA DE LA SOGA!"
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"Take out your clothes from the rope!"
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So many tears could make me blind
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Beneath this Argentinan sky
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But still my love for you I can't deny
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Even under Argentina's skies
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I'll seek until a path to you I find
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Under these Argentinan skies
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When will you take me back inside
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From under Argentina's skies
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I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
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I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
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And when the rain began to pound i lifted up my face until
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I was soaked with the ache of the sky
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When will you take me back inside
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From under these Argentinan skies?
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The Dogs of B.A.
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Mirah |