The sun dims over the bay as you
strum
heartbreak, smiling at the thought of
a woman long gone into summer haze.
Somebody poured us both a Margarita;
I’ll down mine, and yours, for old times.
heartbreak, smiling at the thought of
a woman long gone into summer haze.
Somebody poured us both a Margarita;
I’ll down mine, and yours, for old times.
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