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We rode like ghosts across the Earth |
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We woke on Spanish clouds of dirt |
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But if they only knew |
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The places we'd been to |
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Into the desert night, I ride |
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My brother by my side |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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We left our families for dead |
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The kids still sleeping in their beds |
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The sea swearing as it grew |
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The wind confessing as it blew |
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But if they only knew |
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The places we'd been to |
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Into the desert night, I ride |
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My brother by my side |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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Mi hermano la pistola |
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But tomorrow we'll be gone |
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But tomorrow we will be gone |