| I am from Salinas
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| Where the women go forever
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| And they never ever stop to ask why
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| My mother was a saviour
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| Of six foot of bad behaviour
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| Long blonde curly hair down to her thigh
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| O my mother
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| O my friends
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| Ask the angels
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| Will I ever see heaven again?
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| Late into the evening
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| They would take each other screaming
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| Lookin darkly to the back of her eyes
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| A careless beast was bleating
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| That the air behind was breathing
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| That they mustn’t ever look up to the sky
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| There no answers
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| There are found
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| Ask the angels
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| Am I heaven bound?
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| Mmmm put it down to me
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| I, who speak awkwardly
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| Any word if it is heard is not intended to be
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| Not for him and not for her
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| And not for them and not for me
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| O and that gun would turn
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| Before the sun starts to burn
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| Understand
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| Mmmm when the clouds roll in
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| And we start to pay for our sins
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| With a gun in my hand
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| And my son at my shoulder
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| Believe I will run
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| Before that boy gets older
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| O and that gun will turn
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| Before the sun starts to burn
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| Understand
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| O and that gun will turn
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| Before the sun starts to burn
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| Understand
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| I am from Salinas
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| Where the women go forever
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| And they never ever stop to ask why
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| My mother she’s a saviour
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| Of six foot of bad behaviour
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| With long dark curly hair down to her thigh
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| O my mother
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| O My friends
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| Ask the angels
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| Will I ever see heaven again?
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| Will I ever see heaven again?
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| Will I ever see heaven again?
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| Punish them all for they speak too much
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| Hate the world for what it did to us
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| Will I ever see heaven again? |