Hey!
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Well, morning out of bed, the carpet's red, well I know
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The flood has started
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The day goes so slow in below my head
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I should have stayed in bed
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My love, well I have lost
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I paid the cost
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I know I gotta get ahead
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We'll board a rendesvoux, the Spanish few
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Well I drew a picture perfect path
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So I die, We'd run
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Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico
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Then I'd lie in my bed, in my bed
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I've been battered, you've been shuttered, we're both in tutters
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I know it doesn't matter
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Well, my days and nights are cluttered
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Well I've discovered I'm unkind
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I think I better find
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My love ?? and we could swear that we'd run
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To a better place
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So come round I'll blow this town
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Drinks are bound tip you down ??
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Your hand in my hand
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So I'd die, we'd run
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Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico
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Then I'd lie in my bed, once again
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So I'd die, we'd run
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Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico
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And I'd lie in my bed, in my bed
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Well, morning out of bed, the carpet's red
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Well, I know a flood has started
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?? and we could swear that we'd run
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And find a better place
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So I'd die, we'd run
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Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico
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Then I'd lie in my bed, once again
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So I'd die, we'd run
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Though I haven't seen it yet viva Mexico
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Then I'd lie in my bed, in my bed, once again
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In my bed, once again
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Mexico
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Mexico
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Nine Days |