Cinco do mayo, blowout denial
It wasn’t fun this time letting you go
What if I never, a bullet forever
Held out my hand to you
We wouldn’t have known
Absolute measure, I ain’t no pleasure hound
Bus’s out of control
Plowing the road out on a bender, just alice falling down a deepening hole
I’ve never been to rome until you smiled
You’re about as old and piled
Now I just wonder what spell I was under
Thinking you though of me as something to hold
I’ve never been to rome until you smiled
You’re about as old and piled
Cinco de mayo, burnout ohio
It wasn’t me this time letting you go
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