| You know that flesh wont last forever, that’s the truth
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| The hardest part is letting go Back down into the point of pressure, again and again
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| Ligaments put on a show
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please
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| Don’t bother talking there’s nothing to say
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| On me, please
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| We’ll take a ride in my maquina, my maquina for two
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please
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| We only have another hour
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| It’s up to you which way we go Let us drink some fire water, again and again
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| Its above the tongue, back of the throat
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please
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| Don’t bother talking there’s nothing to say
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| On me, please
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| We’ll take a ride in my maquina, my maquina for two
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please
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| Then what are you saying?
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| No one locks their doors
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| And what about stating
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| So I could last a while
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| On the road with all the flowers
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| And we all fall down
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please
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| Don’t bother talking there’s nothing to say
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| On me, please
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| We’ll take a ride in my maquina, my maquina for two
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| Pretty girl wont you come home, come home
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| Come with me, please |