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I see the lightning |
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From the storm down in Mexico |
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I see my speedometer doesn't work |
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I cross the desert |
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Disappear into the tumbleweeds |
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I tip the bottle and bite the lime |
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I hear the thunder |
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From the storm down in Mexico |
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I leave the border far behind |
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I feel the dust coat my teeth |
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And turn my face to mud |
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I tip the bottle and bite the lime |
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There is no moral to this story at all |
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Everything I tell you |
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Very well could be a lie |
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Been away from the livin' |
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Don't need to be forgivin |
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I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine |
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to come alive |
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I feel the wind blow |
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From the storm down in Mexico |
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Gasoline for another hundred miles |
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I cross the river |
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And leave my shoes up on the other side |
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I leave the border far behind |
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There is no moral to this story at all |
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Everything I tell you |
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Very well could be a lie |
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Been away from the livin' |
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Don't need to be forgivin |
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I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine |
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to come alive |
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I feel the rain drops |
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From the storm down in Mexico |
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Truck will go no further |
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Out of gas |
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I cross the desert |
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With the lizard and rattlesnake |
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There is no moral to this story at all |
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Everything I tell you |
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Very well could be a lie |
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Been away from the livin' |
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Don't need to be forgivin |
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I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine |
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to come alive |
