Buy my ticket come on take me right away
Slip down south, man I'm so tired of LA
And you will walk in the rays of a thousand shining days
Got me feeling sick in ways I can't explain let me escape
To the simple time and place in which you'd
Take it back to Mexico, Paradise will make you whole
Get that peaceful easy feeling of the soul, Oh
You will never walk alone, I'll be right here waiting on
The crashing waves to take me under down and gone
You've got a few tricks hidden up your sleeve
And I'm quite prone to growin' weary of such things
And you might ask yourself someday, how the f*ckd'it get this way
And you'll look to that sweet state as you reflect on the place
And the simple memories, which you'd make
Saint Stupid - Shake Lyrics
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Buy my ticket come on take me right away
Slip down south, man I'm so tired of LA
And you will walk in the rays of a thousand shining days
Got me feeling sick in ways I can't explain let me escape
To the simple time and place in which you'd
Take it back to Mexico, Paradise will make you whole
Get that peaceful easy feeling of the soul, Oh
You will never walk alone, I'll be right here waiting on
The crashing waves to take me under down and gone
You've got a few tricks hidden up your sleeve
And I'm quite prone to growin' weary of such things
And you might ask yourself someday, how the f*ckd'it get this way
And you'll look to that sweet state as you reflect on the place
And the simple memories, which you'd make
Slip down south, man I'm so tired of LA
And you will walk in the rays of a thousand shining days
Got me feeling sick in ways I can't explain let me escape
To the simple time and place in which you'd
Take it back to Mexico, Paradise will make you whole
Get that peaceful easy feeling of the soul, Oh
You will never walk alone, I'll be right here waiting on
The crashing waves to take me under down and gone
You've got a few tricks hidden up your sleeve
And I'm quite prone to growin' weary of such things
And you might ask yourself someday, how the f*ckd'it get this way
And you'll look to that sweet state as you reflect on the place
And the simple memories, which you'd make
Writer: CARTER BLEW RANDOLPH
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