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los rinches tambien lo saben como soy de sangre azteca nunca me le rajo a nadie yo soy Virgilio Correa nacido y criado en McAllen. Yo tambien soy pistolero
Once Eric said Come gather around I'll tell a tale That is sure to astound Un-somnambulist That's awake see He don't sleep Talking taking no break
We don't know what we're talking about That's just words in our libretto I don't know if the sum of our stretto Will end up a terrible shout We left
Billy Radcliffe didn't go to town And when we looked up He was looking right down Catching blue in his eyes that were brown Billy Radcliffe (Billy Radcliffe
He was hurting for the answers He was serving up the questions He was searching for a guru He was lucky that he knew you When I saw your fine physique
Everybody got something to say But they're coming on strong Like a smooth operator Everybody got something to say But I'll be moving along And I'll
I want to go back to fifty-five Ten before I was burned alive There ain't no use in a stupid dream My head is tired from this enthymeme I want to
I'm a skeleton I'm a skeleton man Hold my skeleton Hold my skeleton hand I met a child in the hills from the people of the corn It's been eight hundred
Stone was in me When I was rougher Now my power has suffered in this hour of my oversleep Alone with the beast And my skull choppers Now I'm just
On the sidewalk The shitty sidewalk I guess I'm glad I'm rolling off of my feet On the sidewalk The shitty sidewalk Some noisy guy is saying something
I was alone In my big bed Those lonely nights i tried to reach you You're putting me on Messed with my head But have you heard I'm going to teach
I'm going out to big plains To see the spirits rise Out tonight to watch them Do their thing If you're coming out with big plains To find some paradise
(Little heart) (x3) You're a fine exception (Little heart) And now I do not know what (Little heart) To do There is no use in a capturing me Though
all he thinks about is how he Looks like Heroes-period Bowie And his figure blocks the light And he takes away the night And he's dancing to the new bolero Yo soy un pistolero
Why do you hate me? Why don't you just simmer down? You could be doing great things Instead of just pushing me around Or maybe just be sleeping Even
El pistolero ha llegado ya a la ciudad, Se ha apodado El Tuerto, Su profesion es matar. El pueblo entero ha volado, Nadie quiere salir. En el Salon el
un pistolero, para matar a un pesado le dieron el anticipo y aquel contrato firmaron no se tardo mucho tiempo, para cazar al venado. De pronto aquel pistolero