Song Juаrez – Tori Amos

Dropped off the edge again down in Juбrez,
“Don’t even bat an eye if the eagle cries,” the Rasta man says.
Just ’cause the desert likes young girl’s flesh and,
Do do do do do… No angel came… No angel came… do do do do…

I don’t think you even know what you think you just said.
So go on, spill your seed, shake your gun to the Rasta man’s head.
‘Cause the desert – she must be blessed and,
No angel came… No angel came… (Is it mine?) No angel came… do do do do do…

There’s a time to keep it up, a time to keep it in.
The Indian is told the cowboy is his friend.
A time to keep it up, there’s a time to keep it in.
The Indian is told the cowboy is his friend.
You know that I can breathe even when I cheat.
Should. Should. Should. Should. Should.
Should’ve been over for me. (Is it mine?)

Do do do do… do… do do do do… hi yea.
No angel came… No angel came… (do do do…)
No angel came… (Is it mine?) No angel came… (Do do do do do…)
No angel came… No angel came… No angel came… No angel came…

what is the old main drag?
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