Wednesday, October 31, 2012

You don't know how lucky we are.


Well come on let's go,
And head off to Mexico,
And build our dreams on siestas of the day.
I'll take my guitar,
Who knows, it might get us far,
And we'll call each other by our fake names.

We'll restart our lives,
Cut the others off with lies,
You don't know how lucky we are.
But it's you, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico...
And my guitar.

We'll open that tequila bar,
And spend nights under the stars,
And we'll sing songs of salvation.
And when our tricks grow old,
We might be so bold as to think of things,
And broaden our reputation.

We'll restart our lives,
Cut the others off with lies,
You don't know how lucky we are.
But it's you, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico...
And my guitar.

I'll sing the melody line,
Watch you drinking wine,
And we'll say how life is pretty funny.
We'll busk our way there,
'cause we're the perfect pair,
And we'll find there's more life to money.

We'll restart our lives,
Cut the others off with lies,
You don't know how lucky we are.
We'll restart our lives,
Cut the others off with lies,
You don't know how lucky we are.
But it's you, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico,
You, me and Mexico...
And my guitar.

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