| Pedro wakes in the morning
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| Sun is shining, the birds are singing.
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| Other children are calling
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| The gangs all here and there’s no time for waiting.
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| As they run down the alley,
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| Merchants sort their fare.
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| Preparing for the day,
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| They wait for todays first pay.
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| Not impatient, not eager,
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| They’re familiar with the meter of
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| Just another day in the streets of San Jose'.
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| They sing a-ooom a-ooom buenos dias
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| a-ooom a-ooom como estais
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| a-ooom a-ooom how is your family
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| a-ooom a-ooom so good to see you today.
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| Pedro knows it’s time to go home now.
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| Sun is sinking, the birds have stopped singing.
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| Other childrens mothers are calling.
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| At home they know a meal will be bubblin'.
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| As the sun goes down la calle'.
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| Musicians fill the air.
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| With songs of love,
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| Songs of love and despair.
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| Conqueros, charangos,
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| All sensing the tempos of
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| Just another night under San Jose’s light.
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| they sing a-ooom a-ooom buenos noches
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| a-ooom a-ooom hasta manana
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| a-ooom a-ooom time to go home now?
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| a-ooom a-ooom just sing one more song for me |