... verme tan solo y triste
Cual hoja al viento
Quisiera llorar, quisiera morir
De sentimiento
There's an alley in Acuna
Right next to a night club
That's never been paved
And is hip deep in chugholes
It sort of trails into
What once was a river
But now is a ditch
That smells just like sewage
And there in the alley
We're drinking Vampiras
And smoking Delicados
With Jaime and Umberto
At three in the morning
They order more nachos
Another round of Vampiras
'Cause they own the night club
As well as the alley
And all of a sudden
We could not stop laughing
And the laughter bounced off of
Cual hoja al viento
Quisiera llorar, quisiera morir
De sentimiento
There's an alley in Acuna
Right next to a night club
That's never been paved
And is hip deep in chugholes
It sort of trails into
What once was a river
But now is a ditch
That smells just like sewage
And there in the alley
We're drinking Vampiras
And smoking Delicados
With Jaime and Umberto
At three in the morning
They order more nachos
Another round of Vampiras
'Cause they own the night club
As well as the alley
And all of a sudden
We could not stop laughing
And the laughter bounced off of
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