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[ti:Estocadas] |
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[ar:Of Montreal] |
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[al:Aureate Gloom] |
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Natives have a name for me |
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But I can't remember what it is |
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Some f**ker took what's mine |
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Now he's actin' like she's his |
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Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift |
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Oh-oh oh-oh such a stupid offering |
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What's it meant to symbolize |
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Hostile in mobilities |
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Like something to prize |
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Flood lights generate a home render |
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Sleeping so myth of men |
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Oh-oh oh-oh |
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The morning finds me laying with my face |
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Suppressed by glass door |
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The summer's been nothing but rain |
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Nature is riding in her own fell again |
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Took the first of Plaza del Toros on a dare |
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You cried all through the bull fight |
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And cursed me for taking you there |
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Ridin' back in silence |
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Through the hostile thinking only |
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Oh the estocadas |
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The morning finds me laying with my face |
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Suppressed by glass door |
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The summer's been nothing but rain |
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Nature is riding in her own fell again |
