You could see me reaching
So why couldnt you have
Met me halfway
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put
Pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
Youd better bend before I go
On the first train to mexico
You could see me breathing
But you still kept
Your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned
Your nose up in the air
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
Youd better bend before I go
On the first train to mexico
You only think about yourself
You only think about yourself
Youd better bend before I go
On the first train to mexico
Sunday, August 9, 2009
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