Please subscribe Incubus Mexico You could see me reaching So why couldn’t you have met me half way? You could see me bleeding And you would not put pressure on the wound. You only think about yourself… You only think about yourself… You better bend before I go on the first train to Mexico. You could see me breathing And you still kept your hand over my mouth. You could feel me seething But you just turned your nose up in the air. You only think about yourself… You only think about yourself… You better bend before I go on the first train to Mexico.

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