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Frank Sinatra - It Happened in Monterey
It happened in Monterey, a long time ago
I met her in Monterey, in old Mexico
Stars and steel guitars and luscious lips, as red as wine
Broke somebody's heart and I'm afraid, that it was mine
It happened in Monterey, and without thinking twice
I left her and through away, the key to paradise
My indiscreet heart, longs for the sweetheart
That I left in old Monterey
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