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Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy |
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I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting |
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Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies |
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It pulled away, and nobody's waving |
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C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart |
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Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart |
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We die, muchacho, vamonos |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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I'm going down to Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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We banditos |
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Cheap gold sheep's wool |
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Six-pack of Keystone |
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Lookin' like street folk |
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We don't need no |
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Power to the people |
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Heatstroke, chico |
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One, two, three, four |
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We banditos |
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Six-pack of Keystone |
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Smellin' like street folk |
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Keen-o, chico |
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I can see so |
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Good, I think it's heatstroke |
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Outside, inline |
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At the bus depot |
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We die, muchachos, vamamos |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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I'm goin' down Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy |
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I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting |
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Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies |
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It pulled away and nobody's waving |
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C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart |
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Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart |
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We die, muchacho, vamamos |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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I'm goin' down to Mexico |
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Down to Mexico, oh |
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We banditos |
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Cheap gold sheep's wool |
|
Six-pack of Keystone |
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Lookin' like street folk |
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We don't need no |
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Power to the people |
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Heatstroke, chico |
|
One, two, three, four |
|
We banditos |
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Six-pack of Keystone |
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Smellin' like street folk |
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Keen-o, chico |
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I can see so |
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Good, I think it's heatstroke |
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Outside, inline |
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At the bus depot |
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C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart |
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Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart |
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C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart |
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Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart |
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C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart (bullet in my heart) |
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Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart (Lie me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart) |
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(To be alone is to live in a frightening world. A place where fears and insecurities can eat away like acid at the confused mind. There are many such young people today - afterthoughts of broken homes and selfish, unthinking parents. The young can grow like seeking roots in tortured, twisted ways.) |
