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THE STRIPES ON THE PROMENADE PAVING CARRIED ON UP THE WALL - MADE YOU WONDER IF ANYTHING WAS THERE AT ALL, ONLY STREET BOYS, SENORITAS AND FAST FOOD EATERS BEING WATCHED BY JESUS FROM A SUGAR LOAF MOUNTAIN AND A NEARBY FOUNTAIN; A BAR IN SHANTY TOWN HAD SWING DOORS AND FACES THAT LOOKED AT YOU, ASKING- WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU COME TO STEAL OUR BEER? GO BACK TO IPANEMA WHERE YOU BELONG - DON'T COME HERE AND SPOIL OUR SONG; DO YOU LIVE UNDER A LEAKING ROOF? IF YOU DID, PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T BE SO ALOOF, STAY IN NIRVANA, ON THE WHITE SAND OF COPACABANA.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
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THE STRIPES ON THE PROMENADE PAVING CARRIED ON UP THE WALL - MADE YOU WONDER IF ANYTHING WAS THERE AT ALL, ONLY STREET BOYS, SENORITAS AND FAST FOOD EATERS BEING WATCHED BY JESUS FROM A SUGAR LOAF MOUNTAIN AND A NEARBY FOUNTAIN; A BAR IN SHANTY TOWN HAD SWING DOORS AND FACES THAT LOOKED AT YOU, ASKING- WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU COME TO STEAL OUR BEER? GO BACK TO IPANEMA WHERE YOU BELONG - DON'T COME HERE AND SPOIL OUR SONG; DO YOU LIVE UNDER A LEAKING ROOF? IF YOU DID, PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T BE SO ALOOF, STAY IN NIRVANA, ON THE WHITE SAND OF COPACABANA.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
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