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Long time ago since I bought her Wasn't nice, was already played Thin string, like delicate girl She touched me and told a tale. She lived among orange trees Journeyed from far away The whole world may come against me I do not have another weapon. Market place, Spanish blood Fiery light, all lives in her. If she is happy, she'll shout If she hurts, she'll start to cry. She lived among orange trees Journeyed from far away The whole world may come against me I do not have another weapon. There is no better mate, you can't find Wherever you live, wherever you are Accompanies you, awaits you back Won't leave you like unfaithful girl.