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In Mexico |
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I went for a walk to inhale |
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the tranquil, cool, lover's air |
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but I could taste a trace |
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of American chemical waste |
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And the small voice said |
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"What can we do?" |
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In Mexico |
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I went for a walk to inhale |
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the tranquil, cool, lover's air |
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but I could sense the hate |
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from the Lone Star state |
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And a small voice said |
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"What can we do?" |
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It seems if you're rich and you're white |
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you'll be alright |
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I just don't see why |
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this should be so |
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If you're rich and you're white |
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you'll be alright |
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I just don't see why |
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this should be so |
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In Mexico |
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I lay on the grass |
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and I cried my heart out |
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for want of my love |
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Oh, for want of my love |
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Oh, for want of my love |
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It seems if you're rich and you're white |
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you think you're so right |
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I just don't see why |
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this should be so |
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If you're rich and you're white |
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then you'll be OK |
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I just don't see why |
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this should be so |
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In Mexico |
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I lay on the grass |
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and I cried my heart out |
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for want of my love |
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For want of my love |
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For want of my love |
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For want of my love |
