Spaniolated
The Fiery Furnaces
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I was 18 years old just a research volunteer; I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear. One particular starry 11 o'clock I went down by the water; An old man with a burlap bag Said How you doin' my daughter. He put me the hole of his old rusty crawler And fed me three pills a day to keep me from getting taller. Learned me the rosary and made me pray to Santiago: I wish I wish I was back in Chicago. Up the river to Seville I was rowing and strumming On my portable guitar my fair lady a humming The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me. The pain, the pain, in Spain falls mainly on me
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Written by: MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER
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