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Buenos Muchachos
Amanda, Oh Amanda
So messed up
Tossing and turning in bed, I lost
The mattress in loneliness
And the horizon was on fire
All of it
Behind the black metal hill...
But in the warmth
Of your shirt, babe, I forget
That loneliness
And when the shine of your soul
Was with me
I figured out what it meant to think
Though the pleasure
Wrapped our bodies
I saw your red light to stop.
And as your weight
Walked away, already turned around
I had to swallow that damn goodbye
Before three
I need a shot that hits
Me in the temple...
And if I forget your face
It's not for nothing
It's from broken glass that
Falls from my eyes
Still, I fired up the engine
Racing down the road
Of your love
And your back is what
Cuts your soul
See the blood already wetting
My damp back
Before I go back
I fixed the suicide by singing it wrong
If I risked it all for you
AMAAAAAAANDA
Luckily, the egg carton is fixed
Still, I fired up the engine
Racing down the road of your love...
If I risked it all for you, Amanda...
Luckily, the egg carton is fixed.