| Lupita’s ‘gonna weave a path to the land up north
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| ‘Gonna find her way through the thick of it all
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| Looking at the lights dancing in the sky
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| Hoping for a fallen star…
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| «Me consuelo viendo estrellas bailando en el puerto»
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| Brought them gold from the country to help cure their illness
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| But they landed with only one purpose for conquest
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| Though there’s still this wave of unsettling hunger that never disappears
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| Rigo working one, two, three different jobs
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| And when he comes back home he welds into the night
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| Builds an air balloon for his pickup truck
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| ‘Gonna fly up and over the wall
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| If everything stays exactly the same
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| Then nothing can move and nothing can change
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| «Me siento ese pájaro que danza sobre el puerto»
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| Carried ships from the sea up over the mountains
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| The warriors fell to their knees by the invisible virus
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| And still you can feel this wave of unsettling anger that never disappears
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| She’s talking on the phone in the heart of town
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| To her Bachata Mama in the heart of the world
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| Saying «please come back to Santo Domingo
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| Why you gotta be so far away»
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| If everyone stays exactly the same
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| Then no one can move and no one can change
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| «Amo ver la Luna vacilando en el puerto»
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| No one foretelling the depth and type of destruction
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| Nor the sadness trapped on the tongue of Malinche
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| Quetzalcoatl feathers strewn out over the altar
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| Blood running down the pyramid steps in the morning
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| Codices lost to a language that’s been broken
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| There’s this growing sense of impending anger that never disappears
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| «Ninguna entrada, queda en el puerto» |