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I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball.
Well, I had a million dollars but I
I'd spend it all,
If I could find that Heine and that Sancho that she's found,
well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd slap her down.
What I really wanna know,
my baby, what I really want to say I can't define.
Well it's love,
that I need, oh ,
but my soul will have to,
wait till I get back find Heine of my own.
Daddy's gonna love one and all.
I feel the break,
feel the break,
feel the break and I got live it out,
oh, yea huh, well I swear that I.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
what I really want to say I can't define.
fuck love make it go,
my soul will have to...
oho What I really wanna say,
my baby,
What I really wanna say is I've got mine.
and I'll make it, Yes, I'm co min' up.
Tell Panchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy's got a new .45.
and I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat.
Believe me when I say that I got some thin for his punk ass.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
oh what I really wanna say is there's just one,
way back,
and I'll make it, yea,
but my soul will have to wait.
yea, yea, yea
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can someone please send me the lyrics of "santeria" by sublime?
