| Midnight near the border trying to cross the Rio Grande
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| Runnin' with coyotes to where the streets are paved with gold
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| You’re diving underwater when you hear the helicopters
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| Knowing it’s all been less than worthless if you run into patrols
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| Hiding in the shadows, so scared you want to scream
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| But you dare not make a sound if you want to hold on to your dreams
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| Hold on. |
| Though it may not be a lot, you got to
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| Hold on. |
| Cause you know it’s all you got
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| No matter the consequences or the fear that grips your senses
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| You have got to hold on to your dreams.
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| City of the Angels with its bright light fascination
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| Only adds to the confusion that your mind must now endure
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| The gringos take advantage when they know that you’re illegal
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| Bot you void la policía like a plague that can’t be cured
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| Paying la mordida you find out just what pollo means
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| But you dare not file complaints if you want to hold on to your dreams
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| Hold on. |
| Though it may not be a lot, you got to
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| Hold on. |
| Cause you know it’s all you got
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| No matter the consequences or the fear that grips your senses
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| You have got to hold on to your dreams.
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| Down at Western Union sending cash back to your family
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| Or drinking down cerveza where the lights are very low
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| Your mind may start to wander when you think about your village
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| Or the woman that you love so much who’s still in Mexico
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| At just two bucks an hour there is little to redeem this life
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| Except that in your mind you’re tryin' to hold on to your dreams
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| Hold on. |
| Though it may not be a lot, you got to
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| Hold on. |
| Cause you know it’s all you got
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| No matter the consequences or the fear that grips your senses
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| You have got to hold on to your dreams. |