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La Historia

Pat McGee Band

The Story

The first time he saw her she was out among the crowds,
she was sitting at the table, pouring beer from a spout.
He catches her eye from across the bar,
he wouldn't even bring himself to go that far.

Chorus
What comes around goes around or so they say,
when will we meet on another day.
What comes around goes around don't they say,
this could have happened on any other day.

The next time he saw her she was dancing by his side,
the band was driving and they were along for the ride.
He bought her a beer and didn't think about why,
it was fateful night that they realized why.

Now he pulls up to her doorstep he can't believe his eyes,she's
standing in the middle with his heart right inside.
And he tells her he loves her before they even touch,
it's been far too long though it don't seem that much.

She flies down to see him, and he's waiting at the gate,
they led seperate lives, could this have been fate?
She comes through the doorway, with bags in her hand,
her eyes search the waiting crowds just to find her man

La Historia

La primera vez que la vio estaba entre la multitud,
estaba sentada en la mesa, sirviendo cerveza de un grifo.
Él captura su mirada desde el otro lado del bar,
ni siquiera se animaría a acercarse tanto.

Coro
Lo que se siembra se cosecha, o eso dicen,
cuándo nos encontraremos en otro día.
Lo que se siembra se cosecha, ¿no lo dicen?,
esto podría haber pasado en cualquier otro día.

La próxima vez que la vio estaba bailando a su lado,
la banda estaba tocando y ellos estaban disfrutando del paseo.
Él le compró una cerveza y no pensó en por qué,
fue una noche fatídica en la que se dieron cuenta por qué.

Ahora él se detiene en su puerta y no puede creer lo que ve, ella está
parada en medio con su corazón justo dentro.
Y le dice que la ama antes siquiera de tocarse,
ha pasado demasiado tiempo aunque no parezca tanto.

Ella vuela para verlo, y él está esperando en la puerta,
llevaban vidas separadas, ¿podría haber sido el destino?
Ella atraviesa la entrada, con bolsas en la mano,
sus ojos buscan entre la multitud esperando solo para encontrar a su hombre

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