Never been to Mexico
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It's only half a mile or so
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the mission on the bluff, below
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Don't get out much
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Crow tastes like chicken meat
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And I've heard cats land on their feet
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If that's a lie
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I want you to delete it
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Was mystified
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Took a Greyhound for a ride
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And by Arcadia
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decided I'd be Steven
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Now we're even
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Please do not take offense
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Salute, two fingers, standard squat
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Jabbed the bag without a sense
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that you knew half what I forgot
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One tug-of-war that pulled me in
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and furthermore, it tipped the balance
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either/or
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Was so deceiving
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It's best I leave in
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Now we're even
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We're caught inside an undertow
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I don't know how to overthrow
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Cocks crow and dogs will bark
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You are swimming in the dark
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On tenderloin a hungry shark is feeding
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I'm warm and dry
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and as the water table's high
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it's pointless to identify
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my destination
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So anchors aweigh
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And if I do my own self say
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there wasn't any better way
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I was conceiving
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Now we're even
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Now We're Even
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| Michael Penn |
