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Day of the dead down in Mexico |
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You ever been on a holiday? |
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You ever thought that you been here before |
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You ever been in a desperate way |
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On the beach stands a donkey |
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Who is waiting for you |
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He hi-haws, stamping his hoof |
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A fine blue day as dreamed by the boys |
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Nodding up on the roof |
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And in the meetings held in the darkness |
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And in the darkness everyone's blind |
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Venereal monsters stand there in velvet |
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And you know you're falling behind |
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Drink in a bar down in Leap Motel |
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I get involved with a prisoner |
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She's got a skull like a seraphic |
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I figure she is a messenger |
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She's at the heart of the festival |
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She's got the hands of a picador |
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She asks the spirits for a romance |
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She gets a ghost for a paramour |
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And in the weddings held in the darkness |
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'Cause in the darkness the guests are all blind |
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Great lumps are melting wrapped up in satin |
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And I know you're falling behind |
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Day of the dead down in Mexico |
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We read a book on the Alamo |
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We filled the tank up with Texaco |
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We buy a trinket for curio |
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We walk big stuff through the marketplace |
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Dripping smoke, dollars and aftershave |
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I got the mind of an astronaut |
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Emerging from the shell unscathed |
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Climbing out of hell unchanged |
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But then the dealers deal in the darkness |
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And in the darkness dealers are blind |
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Jokers and aces, bruise and black fern |
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I know you're falling behind |
