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ThanksSelf-betad so all the typos are all my own work with more where those came from. Thanks to Dinah (for cracking the whip) and to Al and her infinite wisdom and eye for detail. Oh, and I suppose it's one of those dreaded songfics, really. Blame Jen for burning me a Madonna CD with one track that wouldn't leave me alone. See the lyrics below to see where the idea came from. Pray for Spanish Eyes I know for sure his heart is here with me Though I wish him back I know he cannot see My hands trembling, I know he hears me sing I light this candle and watch it throw Tears on my pillow And if there is a Christ he'll come tonight To pray for Spanish eyes And if I have nothing left to show Tears on my pillow What kind of life is this if God exists Then help me pray for Spanish eyes He had to fight like all the rest In the barrio all the streets are paved with fear I don't understand, at least he was a man How many lives will they have to take How much heartache How many suns will they have to burn Spanish eyes When will they ever learn You were not the Maravilla in our minds We were proud to fisht but we cannot win this blind Stand your guns against the wall Who's next in line to fall
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