The Empty Bullring

	Disappears through a window
	Out of my mind trying to keep him at home
	Out into Rome in the early hours
	Leaving me here like Tamlain in her Tower
	You are going to the Empty Bullring
	Taking your red cloak to regain something

	Ooh you Rolling Matador
	Kill in your eyes for the old Torre
	Run home and shut the door
	To Glory and gore
	The throw of the Rose
	It's all you lived for
	But you've lost it all

	Your Red Streak on the plot where many feet
	Left in incomplete
	But you kept the meaning
	You feel him charge again
	And you feel him cut you down
	Right on the spot
	Where you thought you were ground for good
	These fights of fantasy
	Make your wounds more sore
	But you've every right
	To even grab at the last straw
	Oh Lord

	Ooh you Rolling Matador
	Kill in your eyes for the Torro
	Run home and shut the door
	To Glory and gore
	The throw of the Rose
	It's all you lived for
	But you've lost it all

	Lost it all
	Lost it all oh-oh-oh


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