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At a table alone, watching the local band Fortune-telling plastic fish curls up in my hand Always had faith in what I do not choose Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you Reappeared in a cloud of smoke Feeling less holy than I might have hoped Exchanging glances, gently opening old wounds Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you At a table alone, feeling a little juvenile But looking back has never really been my style Always had faith in what I do not choose Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you Hasta la vista, my love Hasta la vista, my love Hasta la vista, amor From Letras Mania