It's another tequila sunrise,
starin' slowly across the sky.
Said goodbye.
He was just a hired hand
workin' on the dreams he planned to try.
The days go by.
Every night when the sun goes down
just another lonely boy in town
and she's out runnin' 'round.
She wasn't just another woman
and I couldn't keep from comin' on.
It's been so long.
Oh, and it's a hollow feelin'
when it comes down to dealin' friends,
it never ends.
So take another shot of courge
I wonder why the right words never come,
you just get numb.
It's another tequila sunrise,
this old world still looks the same.
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