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There's a penthouse on top of the Plaza Hotel
In El Paso, looking out on Juarez
Liz Taylor lived there with her husband Nicky Hilton
At least that's what the newspaper said
But now the Plaza's closed down and Juarez is on fire
And the news came tonight that Liz died
And one old alligator, in the Plaza Square fountain
Looked up at that penthouse and cried
She chased furious love, through her furious seasons
Always dancing between the rhyme and the reason
Tonight in El Paso, I'll raise a double gin fizz
For the loves and the legend of Liz
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