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******there is a rose in spanish harlem |
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a red rose up in spanish harlem |
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it is a special one, its never seen the sun |
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it only comes out when the moon is on the run |
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and all the stars are gleaming |
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its growing in the street right up through the concrete |
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but soft and sweet and dreaming |
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there is a rose in spanish harlem |
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a red rose up in spanish harlem |
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with eyes as black as coal that look down in my soul |
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and starts a fire there and then i lose control |
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i have to beg your pardon |
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im going to pick that rose |
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and watch her as she grows in my garden |
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im going to pick that rose |
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and watch her as she grows in my garden |
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la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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(there is a rose in spanish harlem) |
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la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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(there is a rose in spanish harlem) |