| No, I don’t miss you yet
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| You’re just a feeling I’d rather forget
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| So I pierce my skin and I buzz my hair
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| I’m going to Mexico
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| No, I don’t feel the same
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| The lack of chemicals in my brain
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| Won’t keep me warm, so I pause and pray
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| I don’t wanna feel the cold
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| So I’m going to Mexico
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| Oh, Mexico
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| Sounds so sweet, but I’m going there alone
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| I tried to be myself, but still, I’ve got some room to grow
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| I’m going to Mexico
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| And I won’t miss you then
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| The weight of every word on my chest
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| So I curse my name and my fragile frame
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| Anywhere could feel like home (Anywhere)
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| But I’m going to Mexico
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| Oh, Mexico
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| Sounds so sweet, but I’m going there alone
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| I tried to be myself, but still, I’ve got some room to grow
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| I’m going to Mexico
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| (Mexico, Mexico)
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| I’m going to Mexico |