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The road leads us through these hills |
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The rocks lay scattered like pills |
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The Andalucian sun is getting to my soul |
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It's making me weak in the bones |
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Well it's good to have you here |
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We'll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky |
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I guess I want to be your man |
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I sure do the best I can to make things right |
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I hope you feel alright |
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Everything is slowing down |
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When there is no one around |
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Maybe we should stay here |
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And forget about home |
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Maybe but I don't think so |
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Well it's good to have you here |
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We'll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky |
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I guess I want to be your man |
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I sure do the best I can to make things right |
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I hope you feel alright |
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Get busy living |
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Get busy dying |
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Get busy living |
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Get busy dying |
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Well it's good to have you here |
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We'll lay down and drink a beer and watch the sky |
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I guess I want to be your man |
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I sure do the best I can to make things right |
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I hope you feel alright |
