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like alfredo garcia's head
I have spat my last breath on the way
well, It's just my alibi,
to justify I'm crooked
like withered and dry
sadly knotty vine
I ain't an essential gear in her world
I didn't expect to see god's face
I wasn’t strong, not brave
so helpless, exposed
I'm not my fortune saint
I’m a dead possum on the road
I got the power to rot everything
yes, with no evil and
no anger and no hate
it's painful and unfair
to be wrong till death
so hopeless and strange
commitment kills beauty,
drowns it in routine and fear
and all the desires in a bag, confined,
will rot in melted ice
just like alfredo garcia's head
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Take Me To My Land
02:59
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take me to my land
please, when I die
drive me where
I come from
please, take my corpse
carry me
to the dust
to the dust of home
where all those
who came before
to the barren land
of burning sand
where nothing grew
take me to my land
where there’s no woman,
there’s no man
please, when I die
bury my gun
under the setting sun
make it all disappear
take my stuff
and burn it all
delete my name
cause that became
a very big shame
nobody has to know
that I was here
trampling this soil
take me to my land
where there’s no woman,
there’s no man
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