Ciudad
the ballad of two fine lovers
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Summer turns to fall. And I wonder, will I ever find you at all?
It always begins with you, the places that I want to go to. This will be my only refrain.
In Spain... that's where you'll find me.
Stop by a vineyard, open a bottle or two. Bring out the glasses, let's make a toast. Together let's go...
Spain... that's where you'll find me.