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(Ooh, take me back to that sun...) (Where the music always plays...) Yeah, listen close. Do you hear it? Down on the corner where the cobblestones gleam, We used to lose ourselves in a beautiful dream. The air was thick with the scent of sea and sweet lime, And we never kept track of the passage of time. Do you remember that place that we used to go? Where the lights were so dim and the music was low. Then the beat would pick up and we'd find our own space, With a smile that could never be wiped from our face. OH, TAKE ME BACK TO THE PLACE THAT WE USED TO GO! WHERE THE SAMBA WAS LOUD AND THE SPIRITS WERE HIGH! UNDERNEATH THE STARRY, DEEP BRAZILIAN SKY! THAT WAS OUR HAVEN, OUR SACRED LITTLE SPOT! FORGETTING ALL THE TROUBLES THAT THE WORLD HAD BROUGHT! OH, TAKE ME BACK, LET THE MUSIC NEVER END! TO THE BEST OF THE TIMES THAT A HEART COULD EVER SPEND! The walls were painted colors of the setting sun, A sanctuary for us when the long day was done. Old man on the corner would play his guitar, Singing songs of lost love that could travel so far. And we'd dance on the tables, we'd dance in the street, With the rhythm of life pulsing under our feet. Nothing could touch us, no sorrow or pain, We were kings of that castle, dancing in the rain. OH, TAKE ME BACK TO THE PLACE THAT WE USED TO GO! WHERE THE SAMBA WAS LOUD AND THE SPIRITS WERE HIGH! UNDERNEATH THE STARRY, DEEP BRAZILIAN SKY! THAT WAS OUR HAVEN, OUR SACRED LITTLE SPOT! FORGETTING ALL THE TROUBLES THAT THE WORLD HAD BROUGHT! OH, TAKE ME BACK, LET THE MUSIC NEVER END! TO THE BEST OF THE TIMES THAT A HEART COULD EVER SPEND! (Yeah, that place...) (Where we used to go...) We'll find our way back. Someday. (Ooh...)
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