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Enrique Iglesias
Iglesias was born in Madrid, the third and final child of
Spanish singer Julio Iglesias and Filipina socialite and magazine journalist
Isabel Preysler.[5][6] His parents divorced in 1978, and the following year
their father moved to Miami, Florida to continue with his musical career.
In 1985, Iglesias' grandfather, Dr. Julio Iglesias Puga was
kidnapped by the terrorist group ETA. Fearing for his grandchildren's safety,
Enrique and his brother were sent to live with their father in Miami.[citation
needed]
In America, he lived the life of a typical Miami
teen.[citation needed] Though his father's career kept him on the road, the
young Iglesias was raised by the family nanny. In 1993 he graduated from
Gulliver Preparatory School and went on to study business at the University of
Miami.[citation needed]
Enrique did not want his father to know about his plans for
a musical career, and did not want his famous surname to help advance his
career. Borrowing money from his family nanny he recorded a demo tape which consisted
of one Spanish song and two English songs. Approaching his father's former
publicist Fernan Martinez, the two shopped the demo tape under the stage name
'Enrique Martinez' with the backstory of being an unknown from Guatemala.
Iglesias was signed by a then small indie record label called Fonovisa.
Dropping out of college he went to Toronto, Ontario, Canada for six months to
record his first album.
Lyrics to Tired Of Being Sorry :
I don't know why
You want to follow me tonight
When in the rest of the world
With you whom I've crossed and I've quarreled
Let's me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
Chandler and Van Nuys
With all the vampires and their brides
We're all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
So far away - so outer space
I've trashed myself - I've lost my way
I've got to get to you got to get to you
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
(lalalala till end)
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
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