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Now the black is up, white is down
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Carlitos Gardel is dead.
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You purchase a dance in La Boca
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and you sell your heart forever
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You may sell your hearts forever
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to Buenos Aires.
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The new concrete towers, like we do
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make friends with the old and small
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churizo-eating,
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smoking,
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playing,
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straying,
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giggling,
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mate-drinking
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locals.
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It is philosophy for all
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the tango argentino
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the posh
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toilet-sideline dance.
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We shopped for shoes
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as a tribute to
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the turistic
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old
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tango
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and to give one job more for all.
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You remote and
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isolated
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cheeky
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sweet girl,
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I feel lonely without you,
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you know the furuture,
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you will have another photo with me on it,
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Buenos Aires.
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| The new concrete towers, like we do |
