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Oooooohhh... ooohhh... |
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Early morning, autumn light. |
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White washed walls and children playing. |
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The air is still, I smell the bakery. |
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Lying here in last night's clothes, |
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Mexican girls and Sunday dresses. |
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Fill the sidewalks up, Guerrero street. |
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Save me, I get lost so easy. |
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C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl. |
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The rains came, turned all the hills green, |
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Turn the dirt to flowers, birthday girl |
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My birthday girl |
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Just because you learn to breathe |
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Underwater, doesn't mean |
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You ever shake the fear of being drowned. |
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Between the sparks and junkyard thoughts, |
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The things I stole, the things I lost, |
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You could build a city in my hair. |
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In my hair. |
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Save me, I get lost so easy. |
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C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl. |
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The rains came, turned all the hills green, |
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Turned the dirt to flowers, birthday girl. |
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I don't know what to do, |
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Once this gets started. |
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I never meant to be so broken hearted. |
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Save me, I get lost so easy. |
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Turn my dirt to flowers, birthday girl. |
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My birthday girl |
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La la la la la la sha la la la la la la... |
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Save me, I get lost so easy. |
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C'mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl. |
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The rains came, turned all the hills green, |
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Turn the dirt to flowers, birthday girl. |
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I don't know what to do, |
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Once this gets started. |
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I never meant to be so broken hearted. |
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Baby, c'mon and save me, |
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Turn my dirt to flowers, birthday girl. |
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My birthday girl. |