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One more promise soaked in rye whiskey |
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One more word that bites the dust on some bar room floor |
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I'm the man who travels 'round doing... |
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Hey, we don't talk about that |
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I'll get the favor done for you |
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No one will ever know |
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Then i'll run to mexico |
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Cold as stone my eyes fall on another |
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Just another name that's runnin' through my mind |
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At your request i'll do whatever you require |
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You give me the light, i supply the fire |
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Then i'll burn for mexico |
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Pretty senorita, she lies to me |
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Smiles sweetly in the morning when i wake up cold sweating |
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'cause some day i'll be in the sights |
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One more call when someone finds a target |
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Only guarded whispers never mentions names |
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Money on the line will be just fine... |
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You'll never be involved |
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And even if a clue shows you'll never know |
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'cause i'll be in mexico |
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(written by nazareth) |
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All rights reserved. |
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Reproduction prohibited |
