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And while she tried to be a star |
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| Bm | C#7 | F#m | | Across the | cro | wded | floor |
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| Bm | C#7 | F#m | | They worked from e | ight t | il f | our |
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| Bm | C#7 | | They were y | oung and they had each | other |
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| F#m7 | Fm7 | Em7 | | Who could | ask | for | more |
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| | | Em7 | A7 | Dmaj7 | | | The | hottest | spot north of | Havana (,here) |
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He was escorted to his chair |
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He saw Lola dancing there |
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But Rico went a bit too far |
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Tony sailed across the bar |
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And then the punches flew |
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And chairs were smashed in two |
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There was blood and a single gunshot |
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| F#m9 | Gm9 | Abm9 | Am9 | | Copa cop | a | ca | bana |
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| Cm9 | Bm9 | Bbm9 | Am9 | | Mu | sic | and | passion |
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But that was thirty years ago |
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When they used to have a show |
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Still in the dress she used to wear |
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Faded feathers in her hair |
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She sits there so refined |
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And drinks herself half-blind |
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She lost her youth and she lost her Tony |
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