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Alberto hits his brother on the back of the head |
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Looks to the north, as he starts to get up |
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His brothers still sleepy, grumbles, "It's not light yet" |
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If you want a new life, what's a few minutes wait? |
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Darkness on the road in over the land |
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Into the laws and out of the hands |
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From those with so much and no show of heart |
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You'd think it'd be crazy |
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Hmm, to ask for a small part |
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Spotted an eagle in the middle of a lake |
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Restin' on cactus and feastin' on snakes |
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The waters recede as the dump closes in |
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Revealin' a whole lake of sleepin' 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, 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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Hmm, on these catastrophes and horrors of misfortune |
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Hmm, all across the wire |
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Alberto Ye Hermano on the coyote's trail |
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Hmm, an' dodgin' the border patrol |
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Out in the wastelands, wanderin' for days |
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The future looks bleak with no sign of change |
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Darkness in the eye, down in the soul |
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All across the wire to those in control |
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Holdin' so much with no show of heart |
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You think it'd be crazy |
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Hmm, to watch it all fall apart |
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Oh, watch it all fall apart |