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Andrew Whiteman - Song For Lorca Lyrics

The line of her headband
Into the night of her ears
The fountain of hair between those lips

Drink it before it's not pure anymore
Drink it before it's not pure anymore

Gypsy won't have anything with her
She said "the line in her hand is too new," and
"He'll come from across the water
Well his victory comes slow but true"
Victory comes slow
Victory comes slow but true
Victory comes slow

Blind in Granada
Deaf in Seville
Down and out in Andalucia
The moon's coming in for the kill
Blind in Granada
Deaf in Seville
Down and out in sweet Barcelona
The moon's coming in for the kill

Sunrise attacking her fingers
She writes a word in the sand
"Hey green, you're so fast & so good"
Poetry came through this time
Poetry came through
Poetry came through this time
Poetry came through

We're blind in Granada
Deaf in Seville
Down and out in Andalucia
The moon's coming in for the kill
Blind in Granada
Deaf in Seville
Down and out in sweet Barcelona
The moon's coming in for the kill