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1987 |
1. | Overture |
2. | There's No Way Out Of Here |
3. | To Be A Matador |
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5. | Only Other People |
6. | Manolete! Belmonte! Joselito! |
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8. | Wake Up Madrid |
9. | I'll Take You Out To Dinner |
10. | This Incredible Journey |
11. | Don't Be Deceived |
12. | I'll Dress You In Mourning |
13. | Dance With Death |
14. | A Panama Hat |
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There's No Way Out Of Here |
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Now it's clear, by accepting fate and staying here
I might as well be tied up, gagged and bound
Get away, I must go, that doesn't mean to say
I'll never need you more than I do now
But there's more to life than this
No doubt, there'll be no free handouts
But I have to findout
Where this world will lead
Some men are born to be free
Some men are handed a key
But I was born to be me
Playing with life and death is my destiny
What am I, if I miss this chance to do or die
I've nothing much to lose, much more to gain
I have pride, pride enough not to be satisfied
Till I am something more than just a name
I might even rise to fame
No doubt, I will cry my heart out
Long before I find out
What's in store for me
Some men are born to be free
Some men are handed a key
But I was born to be me
I leave my heart in charge of my destiny.
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Manolete! Belmonte! Joselito! |
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The nights grow cold,
My search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
How can I display
What I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed to such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who merely buy
The right to go where
They'll be met with respect,
Not humiliation.
A man's place on earth
I have come to realize
Is decided by birth
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong...
In Andalucia
Where we don't know where
The next penny's coming from
Something's wrong
I'm bound to Spain,
I won't remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be
A place for me
And I must go there
I don't fantasize unlike a million others
Who must bow and scrape
For my one means of escape
Is to flourish a cape.
I'll fight all odds
And fight the Gods if they oppose me
I have to win
I won't give in
No one who knows me
Would expect me to fail
For the want of trying
Not a man alive
Had to beg or steal or fight
more than me to survive
So what's the future
No matter where I go
I will still belong...
In Andalusia
Where good honest men grow weak
and the rich grow strong
Something's wrong
Another dawn, another boy
A boy from nowhere
My destiny will guarantee
I'll only go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are round here,
That's the last thing they need.
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I'll Dress You In Mourning |
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