Vasquez - Live at RAK

Let me tell you about
 Faces I see
 The stately, the rugged
 Under dirt and sun umbrellas
 Their eyes on the gun
 Some puppy eyes
 Some fierce lady eyes
 Some warm gentleman eyes
 But some eyes
 That can't look into mine
 Look into mine
 "Bandido"
 They call me
 No one knows the story
 I hate an imperious glance
 In the gold country
 I'm writing her a love song
 How we fall into a dream in the rocks
 Our rocks
 They found me there
 Chased after me
 I crawled away quickly
 Wasn't sure if I was lost or
 If I was running away again
 Up what you now call "The 14"
 I was a runner up The 14
 Their mouths move
 To say they wanna be the good guys
 They wanna be triumphant
 They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks
 So no one knows the story
 I hate an imperious glance
 In the gold country
 In the gold
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 No one knows the story
 I hate
 In the gold country
 "Bandido"
 No one knows the story
 I hate an imperious glance
 In the gold country
 In the gold country