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Mexico
I know it doesn't make much sense, Living hand to mouth, and sitting on a fence. Got to be something more, got to be something better, I'm tired of this job, I'm tired of this weather. I call my buddy up, say I need to see him, Said let's make the most of this "carpe diem" Let's pack the car and move south of the border, We'll get down there we'll get our lives in order. So let's go somewhere, somewhere warm and cheap, This place is way too thick and I think we're in too deep. Let's quit our jobs, come on brother let's go, We'll pack up the car and move to Mexico. Find a better life, find a better way, We'll look back on this and laugh someday. We could open an American Bistro, We could sell food to all the American gringos. They would pay you to wrap their hair, Think of all the money we would not declare. Eating fish Tacos with Jose and Nacho, Makes me feel good that we got up to go. We will eat rice and beans, I will be a skinny man, We can save money living in our mini-van. We'll walk the streets and drink our bottled water, We'll argue over who gets to marry Paco's daughter. When our friends wonder where we are, We'll say aqui es donde queremos estar. © André Villoch
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