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Distant lands are calling you |
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From far across the sea |
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Waiting for the stories to be told |
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The winds of change are blowing down |
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Across the Spanish main |
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They carry you towards the land of gold |
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Conquistador, I see you leaving |
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Far away you have to go |
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To distant shores they are calling |
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Crying out across the sea |
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Your stallions ride across the land |
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Your conquest has begun |
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We're searching for the kingdom of the sun |
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A mighty empire found you there |
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The like you'd never seen |
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The palace lay before you like a dream |
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Conquistador, I see you leaving |
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Far away you have to go |
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And to distant shores they are calling |
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Crying out across the sea |
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The dynasty of Inca gods |
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No longer rules the land |
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The sun has set upon the golden king |
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In galleons anchored off the shore |
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Their spirits will remain |
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Your destiny conquistadors of Spain |
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Conquistador, I see you leaving |
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Far away you have to go |
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And to distant shores they are calling |
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Crying out across the sea |
