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I carry my soul in piece

I carry my soul in pieces, my hat tilted to the side, for your love that was a lie I walk heartbroken, wide-eyed. In the cantina in town they ask me what went wrong, I tell them, “It was her pride that split my heart in two so strong.” Oh, how beautiful it is to cry when you cry while you sing, with a tequila in your hand and memories that sting. Let the violins play loudly, let the mariachi roar, even if I die of sorrow, I’ll heal from love once more. My horse cannot understand why I refuse to ride down the old familiar path where I saw love in your eyes. The stars are silent witnesses to how much I loved you so, but it’s better to be lonely than humiliated by love. I hold no grudges toward you, nor will I curse your name, but the day that you are crying, don’t seek me — I won’t come again. Oh, how beautiful life can be even when the heart is torn, we suffer, drink, and sing it out with mariachi and passion sworn. Bury me with guitars, with trumpets loud and proud, and let them say, “He was a good lover… though by his vow he bowed.”