| As I lay sick and broken
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| Viva mexico
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| My eyes just wont stay open
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| And I dream a dream of home
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| I dream a dream of home
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| Where theres coffee on the table
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| And kindness in your hand
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| Honey Ill help you when Im able
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| But right now Im feeling bad
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| Right now Im feeling bad
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| Listen to your heart that beats
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| And follow it with both your feet
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| And as you walk and as you breathe
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| You aint no friend to me You aint no friend to me The road to ensenada
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| Is plenty wide and fast
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| If you head south from tijuana
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| Then Ill see you at last
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| Ill see you at last
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| But my eyes they open slowly
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| And they look around the room
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| The old man he seems worried
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| And there aint no sign of you
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| There aint no sign of you
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| Listen to your heart that beats
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| And follow it with both your feet
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| And as you walk and as you breathe
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| You aint no friend of me You aint no friend of me You can offer to the righteous
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| The good that you have won
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| But down here among the unclean
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| Your good work just comes undone
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| Your good work just comes undone
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| The sisters at the borderline
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| Theyre holding out their hands
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| Theyre begging me for something lord
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| But I dont understand
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| I dont understand
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| So its adios to alvero
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| Tell him to stay between the lines
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| And if he sees that gabriella girl
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| Tell her Ill look her up next time
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| Say Ill look her up next time
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| Because the road to ensenada
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| Is plenty wide and fast
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| And this time through tijuana
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| Well it wont be my last
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| It wont be my last
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| Listen to your heart that beats
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| And follow it with both your feet
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| And as you walk and as you breathe
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| You aint no friend of me You aint no friend of me You aint no friend of me |