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[Murs] (2X) |
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Could've been a princess, crown out of thorns |
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Pretty little summer dress, fabric is torn |
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You got my interest and when I see you |
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I wanna free you, bring you |
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Out of everything, trouble in your life |
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But it's your kingdom and I'm just another knight |
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[Slug] |
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She fell asleep in the passenger seat |
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So we turned up the music hit the automatic unlock |
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Tapped the gas took the corner too fast |
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Put her ass out and left her on that black top |
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You know that dream you have when you're falling |
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But you always wake up before you hit the ground |
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Well it was like that, except her body went smack |
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Took a minute to figure out what just went down |
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So she stood up, she brushed herself off |
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She hurt, but nothing felt broke |
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She gave a little laugh because gods a comedian |
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Always surrounded her with all these jokes |
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She looked around, she knew where she was |
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Walked a few blocks and hopped on a bus |
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Went back to that street that nicknamed hell |
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To go manifest a couple more stories to tell |
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And I still can't figure out why she ain't figured out |
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A better way for her to use that cute little mouth |
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Between the Johns and the Jakes |
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How long will it take her to clean her front lawn of these snakes? |
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Anyone of us could've loved her |
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Anyone of us could've been her father or her older brother |
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Hold her, until she discovers the light |
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Besides the one at the end of the tunnel, another knight |
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[Murs] (2X) |
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Could've been a princess, crown out of thorns |
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Pretty little summer dress, fabric is torn |
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You got my interest and when I see you |
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I wanna free you, bring you |
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Out of everything trouble in your life |
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But it's your kingdom and I'm just another knight |
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[Murs] |
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Her name was Idola, she worked ? |
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Small little town below the border called Novala |
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She spoke little English but overall the music |
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Just a simple sins became hard to distinguish |
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So we got a private room where our conversation gloom |
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Beyond pillow talk, told me I'm the one you rode |
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And that soon would get to talking, of course me too |
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Was gonna be bilingual but growin up there |
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He didn't stand a single chance to advance |
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So she hoped to meet a gringo |
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That would be down to marry her |
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He didn't have to care for her |
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Could do anything but beat her |
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And she keep the house clean |
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And make sure he had comida |
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All he had to do was make believers of La Migra |
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Then she filed for divorce and set off on the course |
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Then he could step back into the joy of being single |
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I chose to interrupt, cleared my throat spoke up |
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I wish I could help you but you see I'm not a gringo |
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She laughed, I know you're not white |
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But you might know somebody |
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She said I'm number 37, I could make it happen quick |
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I already have a reverend that's prepared today |
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Then the tears came, wiped her eyes apologized |
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And said it wasn't pain |
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There wasn't much time before her kid was old enough to understand |
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Then she ? |
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[Murs] (2X) |
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Could've been a princess, crown out of thorns |
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Pretty little summer dress, fabric is torn |
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You got my interest and when I see you |
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I wanna free you, bring you |
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Out of everything trouble in your life |
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But it's your kingdom and I'm just another knight |
