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Let me tell you about faces I see |
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The stately the rugged |
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Over and over |
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Under dirt and sun umbrellas |
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Their eyes in the gun |
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Some puppy eyes |
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Some fierce lady eyes |
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Some warm gentleman eyes |
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But some eyes that can't look into mine |
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"Bandido" they call me |
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No one knows the story |
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I hate an imperious glance in the gold country |
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I'm writing her a love song |
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How we fall into a dream |
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In the rocks our rocks |
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But they found me there |
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Chased after me |
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I crawled away quickly |
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Wasn't sure if I was lost |
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Or if I was running away again |
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Up what you now call the 14 |
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I was a runner up the 14 |
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Their mouthy move to say |
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They wanna be the good guys |
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They wanna be triumphant |
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They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks |
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So no one tells the story |
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Bandido in the gold country |
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they call me |
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I hate an imperious glance in the gold country |
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Bandido |
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in the gold country |
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in the gold country |
