Punched And Hand Hurts

Mexico and clouds

Mexico and clouds


know you are beautiful and spent time and I
I have it in your blood yet. I wish I would

back there but I know she will not go.
This is a love of smuggling
better sit here watching the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry.
around her around her guitar resonate
for how long.
And my love for her

accompany his steps for better or grief.
This is a love of smuggling
better sit here watching the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds

the sad face of America blows his harmonica
and I want to cry.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry.
Who knows how to do it for the people who go more in there to say yes, yes, yes
, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. As is already known that

Provisional love
There is perhaps no, no
These situations are smuggled
better sit here watching the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry
Mexico
clouds and the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blowing his harmonica and desire
I have to cry
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows his harmonica
and I want to cry.