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Buenas tardes amigo |
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Hola, my good friend |
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Cinco de Mayo's on |
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TuesdayAnd |
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I hoped we'd see each other again |
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You killed my brother last winter |
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You shot him three times in the back |
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In the night |
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I still hear |
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Mama weeping |
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Oh Mama still dresses in black |
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I looked at every fiesta |
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For you I wanted to greet |
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Maybe I'd sell you a chicken |
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With poison interlaced with the meat |
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You, you look like my brother |
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Mama loved him the best |
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He was head honcho with the ladies |
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Mama always said he was blessed |
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The village all gathered around him |
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They couldn't believe what they saw |
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I said it was you that had killed him |
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And that I'd find you and up stand the law |
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The people of the village believed me |
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Mama, she wanted revenge |
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I told her that |
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I'd see that she was honored |
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I'd find you and put you to death |
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So now, now that |
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I've found you |
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On this such a joyous day |
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I tell you it was me who killed him |
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But the truth |
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I'll never have to say |
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Buenas tardes amigo |
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Hola, my good friend |
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Cinco de Mayo's on |
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TuesdayAnd |
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I hoped we'd see each other again |
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Yes I hoped we'd see each other again |
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I hoped we'd see each other again |