| Oooooohhh… ooohhh…
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| Early morning, autumn light.
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| White washed walls and children playing.
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| The air is still, I smell the bakery.
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| Lying here in last night’s clothes,
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| Mexican girls and Sunday dresses.
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| Fill the sidewalks up, Guerrero street.
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| Save me, I get lost so easy.
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| C’mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
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| The rains came, turned all the hills green,
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| Turn the dirt to flowers, birthday girl
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| My birthday girl
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| Just because you learn to breathe
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| Underwater, doesn’t mean
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| You ever shake the fear of being drowned.
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| Between the sparks and junkyard thoughts,
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| The things I stole, the things I lost,
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| You could build a city in my hair.
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| In my hair.
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| Save me, I get lost so easy.
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| C’mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
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| The rains came, turned all the hills green,
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| Turned the dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
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| I don’t know what to do,
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| Once this gets started.
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| I never meant to be so broken hearted.
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| Save me, I get lost so easy.
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| Turn my dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
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| My birthday girl
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| La la la la la la sha la la la la la la…
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| Save me, I get lost so easy.
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| C’mon and lift the fog, my birthday girl.
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| The rains came, turned all the hills green,
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| Turn the dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
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| I don’t know what to do,
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| Once this gets started.
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| I never meant to be so broken hearted.
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| Baby, c’mon and save me,
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| Turn my dirt to flowers, birthday girl.
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| My birthday girl. |