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Spanish Gamble Can I Live

a home at all I don't know what keeps me going anymore And now I'm at a loss for words I don't know if you can call living We work all day just to barely

childish without the joy I know that I said I would change I know that I haven't changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing

Spanish is a loving tongue Soft as music, light as spray 'twas a boy I learnt it from Living down sonora way. He didn't look much like a lover Yet I say

put ya lighters up [Bridge] Damn homie I'm so to' I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo' And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo' But fuck it,