Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to
They’re just words, they ain’t worth nothing
Cloud your head
The gringos block the roads
Inside your head
Are you sleepin git
Is losing something that you love
a blessing in disguise
who comes
Can I sleep in your arms tonight sister
Can I lay
Sweetheart
How I miss your heart
Beating next to mine
The right words
Were
Hit them where hurts
Listen for what it's worth
Hi them where
He wrote you letters,
And I couldn't care,
'Cause I know you
It goes ashes to ashes
From dawn 'til dusk
I am drowning
Well this is one place where
Your gods can't dwell
It’s an elusive thing
This love of which you sing
What are
It don't look right
In broad day light
It don't feel right
to
I snatched you away from the jaws of the world
But
Oh it's hard to resist
on a night like this
Impossible to
They're just words, they ain't worth nothing
Cloud your head and
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