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alberto hits his brother on the |
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back of the head, looks to the north |
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as he starts to get up |
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his brother still sleepy |
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grumbles "it's not light yet," |
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"if you want a new life, what's |
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a few minutes wait?" |
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darkness on the road and over the land |
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into the laws and out of the hands |
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from those with so much |
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and no show of heart |
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you'd think it'd be crazy |
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to ask for a small part |
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spotted an eagle in the middle of a lake |
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resting on cactus and feasting on snakes |
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the waters recede as the dump closes in, |
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revealing a whole lake of sleeping children |
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poison in the stream that flows to the sea |
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out on the waves that crash within reach |
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of those with so much |
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and so little to fear |
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you'd think it'd be crazy |
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to be so far away yet so near |
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some say a new day will shine here |
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on these catastrophes and horrors |
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of misfortune, all across the wire |
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Alberto y Hermano on the coyote's trail |
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and dodging the shadows of the border patrol |
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out in the wastelands wandering for days |
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the future looks bleak with |
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no sign of change |
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darkness in the eye and down |
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in the soul |
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all across the wire to those in control |
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holding so much |
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with no show of heart |
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you think it'd be crazy |
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to watch it all fall apart |
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watch it all fall apart |
