There’s a park in Santa FeWhere you can sleep all
Oh I swear on all my cannonsThat you are not
20 years agoIs when I lost my faithIn a sacred
Wait, till I get homeBefore you walk out my lifeShuffle
All of the things that your keeping insidePushing me pushing
I wish I could stay but I have to many
Somewhere there’s a townWhere the roads are covered in red
I want to follow you homeIf you are walking alone
Lord I miss my sisterWhen I am homeOr when I
You can’t stop a paradiseSitting on moral handsI’m out of
Wear that dressPut your make-up onIts so cold Wear something
Slowly creeping up on youEver since I left New YorkI
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