| She lamented far from home
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| Through the state of Mexico
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| Over the bridge and across the wall
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| Built around white cracker drool
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| Grab your gun and turn his hand
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| You’re walkin' across the promised land
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| Settle down and drink your Joe
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| Enjoy the scene before it implodes
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| She wasted into the road
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| Felt the death beneath her toes
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| Passive eyes looked far from those
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| Who feel for the fleeting homes
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| Grab your gun and turn his hand
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| You’re walkin' across the promised land
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| Settle down and drink your Joe
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| Enjoy the scene before it implodes
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| Words spoken in the dark
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| Alienation, biting hearts
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| Want nothing, want no part
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| Held hostage from the start
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| Grab your gun and turn his hand
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| Walkin' across the promised land
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| Settle down and drink your joe
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| Enjoy the scene before it implodes
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| Implodes
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| Implodes
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| Implodes |