Cinco De Mayo


Cinco de Mayo Blow out, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go
What if I never, a bullet forever, held out my hand to you, we wouldn't
Have known beautiful flow, absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound
Bus' out of control, ploughing the road, out on a bender, just Alice falling
Down a deepening hole
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
I used to pray for snow
Now I just wonder what spell I was under, thinking you thought of me as
Something to hold
I'd never been to Rome until you smiled
You're about as old and piled
Cinco de Mayo Burn-out, Ohio It wasn't me this time, letting you go







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