Is this a matador falling into my arms
Turning and burning in this rage
Calypso find another cause
The pain is lost not long to go
Peace is near peace is close
A symphony hits the back of my head
A last mad fling a conscious effort
When I walk down the street
Screaming, laughing ha ha
Is this a matador falling into my arms
Turning and burning in this rage
Calypso find another cause
Straighten your tie you naughty boy
Above the rafters above the slopes.
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