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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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The night is cheap like a velvet painting |
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The streets are wet but it ain't been raining |
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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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A mile of stars fell in the streets and shattered |
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While the guitars played strung with six daggers |
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Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary |
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Where the mean streets meet the monastary |
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Your ruby lips wet with Tequila |
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There's a neon frame around Pancho Villa |
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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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The switchblade streets in need of sweeping |
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The Taxi waits the driver's sleeping |
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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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I'll turn you loose but never let you go |
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When the summer's gone and the cold winds blow |
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Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary |
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Where the mean streets meet the monastary |
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Your ruby lips wet with Tequila |
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There's a neon frame around Pancho Villa |
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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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Five hundred miles I gotta go tomorrow |
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And leave you here with your sweet sorrow |
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Dame tu mano |
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Dame tu mano |
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Their talk will sting in the morning light |
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They're stringing me up this very night! |