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Under the mother eyes of the Mexican sky
She was happy and it shows in the sun
And it was fate laid in stone
Sacred heart, sacred ground
Her two children and we moved as one
And you said you loved me
You said you loved me
Now there's something missing when
You're kissing me
It's subtle yet it's gone
And then I'm suspicious
And then it gets vicious
And then it's a hole right through the heart
And you said you loved me
I thought you loved me
Now there is an ocean of time
Between your life and mine
You look happy
And you're married again
And oh my Lord how you've grown
To find me still alone
I am humble
I'm still trying to forget
When you said you loved me
I thought you loved me
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Oh my love
Here in our darkest hour
It is you, my desert flower
That I am dreaming of
We're up to our neck in foreign soil
We are the sacramental spoils
And they love to choke
The rivers with my brothers' blood
We have given our bodies
To the Mexican army
But my heart and soul
Belong to you my love
So let the enemy guns
Cut me to ribbons
For my eternal soul
Will know the way back home
Sobre viviendo
Si sangre mi cuerpo
Para [...]
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And I have given my body
To the Mexican army
But my heart and soul
Belong to you my love
So let the enemy guns
Cut me to ribbons
For my eternal soul
Will know the way back home
Sobre viviendo
Si sangre mi cuerpo
Esta [...] doloroso
So [...]
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Hold your grandmother's bible to your breast
Gonna put it to the test
You wanted it to be blessed
And in your heart
You know it to be true
You know what you gotta do
They all depend on you
And you already know
Yet you already know
How this will end
There is no escape
From the slave catcher's songs
For all of the loved ones gone
Forever's not so long
And in your soul
They poked a million holes
But you never let them show
Come on its time to go
And you already know
Yet you already know
How this will end
Now you've seen his face
And you know that there's a place in the sun
For all that you've done
For you and your children
No longer shall you need
You always wanted to believe
Just ask and you'll receive
Beyond your wildest dreams
And you already know
Yet you already know
How this will end
You already know (You already know)
You already know (You already know)
You already know
How this will end
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Raise your glasses please into a toast
For we are many hometown ghosts.
Let it spill all over the floor.
What the hell are you saving it for?
On June, July, August, September.
Let's drink 'em all, I don't want to remember.
These have been the best years of our lives.
It's a shame my dear,
There's no room for lost years.
So we're leaving, we're leaving tonight.
You look lovely lying wasted on your bed,
Staring at a photograph of you and your best friend.
They said make a cross over your hearts,
And we'll swear we'll never drift apart.
It's a shame my dear,
To be leaving you here.
But we're leaving, we're leaving tonight.
Oh my heroes, my brothers, where have you gone?
There is something in the air, something is wrong.
Where is my father, my mother, my sister, my lover?
Have you all gone over to the other side?
It's a shame my dears,
There's no room for me here.
So I'm leaving, I'm leaving tonight.
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Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine
The right words
Were always hard to find
When all our time was fine
When darling you were mine, all mine
And I know, I know you had no choice
But I how I miss your voice
Singing right with mine
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
I come back home
All this darkness, cannot hurt us
Cause they made you from the light
Here on birthplace, don't be nervous
You will make it through, this night
Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine
Flesh of my flesh
Soul of my soul
I come back home
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It's an elusive thing
This love of which you sing
What are we doing
What are we doing?
I will give you anything
Just please don't stop singing
The world will stop spinning round
You're such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
What are you protecting?
I'll give you everything
And you could wear this ring
But you only love me
You only love me when I'm leaving
You only love me cause I'm leaving
You only love me when I'm leaving
You only love me cause I'm leaving here tonight
You're such a lovely thing
But there is ice forming
Upon your pretty wings
Why are you lying?
I will give you anything
Just please don't stop singing
The world will stop spinning round
It's an elusive thing
This love of which you sing
What are we doing
What are we doing here?
And I will give you anything
And you could wear my ring
But you only love me
You only love me when I'm leaving
You only love me cause I'm leaving you
You only love me cause I'm leaving
You only love me when I'm leaving here with you
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There is no moon
Reflecting in your eyes
No romantic midnight skies
No motive to disguise
It's not your man
That you're dreaming of
Your heart couldn't care enough
You're too tired to be in love
You want to know
What's that godawful sound
Something's dragging on the ground
The machine is breaking down
And you never asked
For more than you deserve
No shallow poetic words
From a song you've never heard
It's not your man
It's nobody's fault
Sometimes these things
Come to a screeching halt
Regretful of the past
You know these things don't last
A lifetime's not so fast
These things will never last
It's not your man
That you're dreaming of
Your heart couldn't care enough
You're too tired to be in love
You're too tired to be in love
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i'll go away,
till there's no one around
then leave your house
when the sun goes down
plant myself
at the first bottle i see,
and pour a thousand
drinks in the dream
and you'll be gone
for one more day,
and i'll watch you slip
a little further away from us
and you were right
this place is haunted
change the locks
we are unwanted
drown me in your heat-shaped locket
and store me in your fur coat pocket
and you'll be gone
for one more year,
and i'll watch you slip
a little further away from me
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