Chicken Race

I don't know about a flying god
Or a chicken race happening over there
And I don't care
If you'd like to be fair with me
Oh, I don't see the real deal about this

I've been told the unknown
Cry hard, go home
Or you might never find the pain inside of me
Be my guest, have a seat
Be there, go neat
Or you might never find an easy way to sway with me
Oh, I've got trees of love to give everybody else but me
Oh I've got seeds of love to share with the world but me
And still, I pray for that guy over there

I don't mind
If you'd like to be close
Or take a massive dose
Waiting for mountains to run
And I don't mind
If you'd like to come home with me
Oh, I don't need to think ten times about it

I've been told the unknown
Secrets of love
Oh, I can easily find my way around it
But honey you just cry and treat me wrong
And that way you will never find the easy way with me
Oh, I've got trees of love to give everybody else but me
Oh, I've got seeds of love to share with the world but me
And still, I pray for that guy over there



Credits
Writer(s): Jerónimo Sánchez Bolaño, Jerónimo Bolaño
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