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Brandon Flowers - Magdalena |
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Please don't tell me I can't make it |
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It ain't gonna do me any good |
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And please don't offer me your modern methods |
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I'm fixing to carve this out of wood |
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From Nogales to Magdalena |
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And the promise is made to those who venture |
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There are 60 miles of sacred road |
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San Francisco lift your load |
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In the land of old Sonora |
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A shallow river valley cries |
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The summer left her without forgiveness |
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It's mirrored in her children's eyes |
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Prodigal sons and wayward daughters |
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Carry mandas that they might |
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Be delivered from the debts of darkness |
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And born again by candlelight |
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And born again my candlelight |
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Blisters on my feet, wooden rosary |
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I felt them in my pocket as I ran |
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A bullet in the night, a Federales light |
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San Francisco, do you understand? |
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Tell them that I've made the journey |
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And tell them that my heart is true |
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I'd like his blessing of forgiveness |
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Before the angels send it through |
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And I will know that I am clean now |
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And I will dance and the band will play |
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And the old (?) cantina |
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Cause he runneth over the ancient clay |
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And if I should fall to temptation |
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Will I return to evil throws |
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As a two time beggar I will go |
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Where I know I can be forgiven |
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The broken heart of Mexico |
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Oh oh oh oh oh |
