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An outlaw stand in a peasant land, in every face see judas. |
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The burden of love is so strange. |
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The stubborn beast and the priest, are hiding from the captians. |
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The burden of love is so plain. |
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Are they happy to see you? |
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No, you always bring trouble. |
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Cast a shadow on mexico-denial doesn't change facts. |
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Like most i'll cone when i want things done, |
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Please god don't let that change. |
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The anguish of love at long range. |
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Should've been a doctor, oh, then they can see what they're getting. |
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Oh no, don't blame mexico, |
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That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego. |
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Rob me a colour, make the sound duller, but never go away. |
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Trough teeth of sharks the autumn barks, and winter squarely bites me. |
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Don't ever do this again. |
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Dawn breaks in the southern states, and blindfolded he rests, |
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The burden of loves last request. |
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That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego. |
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Oh no, don't blame mexico, |
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They ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more. |
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Oh no, don't blame mexico, |
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That's the feast that the whisky priest may yet have to forego. |
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They ask for more than you bargained for and then they ask for more. |
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Rob me a colour, make the sound duller, but never go away. |
