Sangre Dolce

The soft winds of Buenos Aires

Once blew into her room

Now all she can do is kneel and pray

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She's lost in the streets

Lost in her thoughts

She's lost in the smiles of the baby all day

She's new in New York, dressed up like a doll

But broken like clay

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She cries when underneath the crystal moon

She hears a sultry Spanish song

But coming from that neighborhood saloon

It sounds all wrong

Puts the child in the stroller

And walks through the park

"What a beautiful baby you have"

The women all say

"Thank you" she says, pretending it's hers

Her own is so far away

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