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The sun weaves its way across the Mexican skyFields of blue agave stretch for milesShe waits by the roadside, with a tear in her eyeShe waits without shame, without guileIn her mind she sees his face and it brings her a chillShe longs for the feel of his hands around her waistBut years have gone by and blood has been spilledHow many others have felt his embrace?
Plumes of smoke rise from a distant volcanoShe wonders if this might not be a signThe stormy season's near, and the mescal is in bloomUp on the hill, cathedral bells chimeFar away, she can feel him, far away but so closeShe remembers Manzanillo and the scent of the seaAfter that only darkness, as the thunderclouds arriveAnd lightning splinters a frangipani tree
Chorus: He was born in the town on the high plateau He was born in that town so long ago And when he returns he wants us all to know He'll take Angelita away
A bone knife carved from a mastodon's tuskExplodes through the heart of a manThen he etches her name in the flesh of the dead man's backAnd wipes the blood from his handsAnd the coyotes wail as he rides through the nightThe pounding resumes in his brainAngelita, I'm coming, I will soon make this rightSoon you'll be mine again
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