Oh, what a sin looks like I slept in
And I'm
Did I slip… did I trip?
Did I somehow fall and
Anything you want, that you don't need
La cocaina, las armas,
I poked a pistol in the eye
Lit up a powder
Too little true, too many lie
Not enough laugh, too many
Hello love, hello fear
Hello loneliness, join us all here
Hello funeral
Well there may be some truth to the rumor
But if
I can see the light all around your silhouette
Leave an
Oh what a sin, looks like I slept in
And
Love, come lighten my load
Love, come lighten my load
An empty
Mexican Moonshine!
Mexican Moonshine!
I fell under the spell
when I stumbled
Well there's plenty competition amongst the prophets today
They're sayin' "doom,
Give me hope. Ah, sweet madness.
Struggle, volcanoes and iron and
Well I used to be bad
I was born to lose
And
Roses should be standing here
Brown eyes shouldn't cry
Hearts be made
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