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Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Might have been
the dust in my eyes
the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been
the dust in my eyes
Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
