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Argentina Secreta

my bunyan [? ] I wonder how long you can keep them on-ya Funny I see a nigga laughin but ain't shit funny Straight to the bank I'm countin my money A-Town's secret

Smooth silver, seven thirty And I know that it's caving in So I cross my fingers Lonely homes escape their solitude First we'll have a drink And then

I must admit it's a balancing act It looks dangerous, that's part of it Remember, don't look down You and I standing in a crowded room We were pressed

I never thought a moment spoke so well as the second when you tried to be kind Stumbling over the telephone ringing Looking for your voice on the line

Under the weight of persuasion When you change your mind I left the ground you just gave in It was the only time I felt awake I was way out Under the

Mother walks the streets with a baby in her hands While the child weighs on her mind Mama's looking for a man 'Cause her Daddy's in the doldrums and