Warm red Santa Fe Sand is pouring through my mind. Navajo wind is calling me there. I hear her breathing as she lays down beside me and dream warm red Santa Fe sand
I look out the window and stare at the hard ground the hard ground that got me so far. I wonder how it'd be if I always stayed latin in warm red Santa Fe Sand
now my body don't feel the same anymore and I'm the only one to blame for sure. I let it slip through the palm of my hand
Warm Red Santa Fe Sand is pouring through my mind when I throw down the bottle and pull my face from my hands. I wonder how it'd be if i always stayed latin in warm red Santa Fe Sand

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