I'm sittin' here stoned, at Tortilla Jo's
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Nobody knows my name and that's alright with me.
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She said adios, so I said hello
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Don Julio, top shelf, self help remedy
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Sure was good to know you
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I still wanna hold ya,
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But I know it's over.
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You ain't coming back.
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This ain't California,
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I'm somewhere south of the border,
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I'm in a mexicoma.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over,
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But the sun still shines on a fool like me.
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You pulled the plug, on what I thought was love
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But I got just enough juice to forget about you and squeeze this lime.
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I can see the ocean (I can see the ocean)
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I can feel the breeze (I can feel the breeze)
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Almost can't remember how you left me, down here on my knees
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Sure was good to know you
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I still wanna hold ya,
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But I know it's over.
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You ain't coming back.
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This ain't Oklahoma,
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I'm somewhere south of the border,
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I'm in a mexicoma.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over,
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But the sun still shines on a fool like me.
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I'm sittin' here stoned, at Tortilla Jo's
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And nobody knows my name and that's alright with me.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over.
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I'm in a mexicoma.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over.
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I'm in a mexicoma.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over.
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I'm in a mexicoma.
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My my my my my my mexicoma,
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I know it' over,
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But the sun still shines on a fool like me.
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Mexicoma
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| Tim McGraw |
