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There's a tattoo heart |
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With an arrow through the middle |
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Of a name that looks like |
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Joe And a young girl's looking |
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At her makeup in the mirror |
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Puts a little gold ring on her toe |
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I gotta say one, two, three |
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More things before |
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I go on There's a sharp dressed man |
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Playing something on a fiddle |
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In the backyard right next door |
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And everybody's mother |
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Is cooking something in the kitchen |
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Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor |
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I gotta say one, two, three |
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More things before |
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I go on You can't run and try to hide away |
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Here it comes, here comes another day |
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A red rooster crows |
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A little Mexican tune |
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On the chain link fence by the gate |
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Somebody's daddy's out there |
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Honkin' on the horn |
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Hurry up, we're gonna make him late |
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I gotta say one, two, three |
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More things before |
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I go on You can't run and try to hide away |
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Here it comes, here comes another day |
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If you're long down that highway |
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No matter where you are |
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You're never really far |
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Good morning |
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Aztlan There's a big fat heart |
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With an arrow through the middle |
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Of this place that |
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I call home |
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And when I get lost |
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And don't even got a nickel |
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There's a piece of dirt |
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I call my own |
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I gotta say one, two, three |
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More things before |
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I go on You can't run and try to hide away |
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Here it comes, here comes another day |
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You can't run to try to hide away |
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Here it comes, here comes another day |
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Where you are, never really far away |
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Good morning |
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Aztlan |
