| Nino, walking around on Sunday
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| Nino, just one more kid in L. A
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| With a hubcap and a stick in his hand
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| In his own parade, leading the band
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| His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand
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| Nino, three thousand miles away
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| Nino, la familia stares at the bay
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| Turning off Sunset Boulevard
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| Playing the fence around somebody’s yard
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| Thinking of home and keeping tumbao on the hood of a car
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| Nino, people will know you one day
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| Nino, they’re going to call you El Rey
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| Nino de la playa y la ciudad
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| Nino de las calles y la verdad
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| El ritmo de tu pueblo se siente aqui
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| Al canto de la tierra que vive en ti
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| La magia de tu mano en el tambor
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| Retumba aqui con alma y con sabor
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| Y al toque de campanas al sonar
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| Los angeles te guardan desde el mar
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| (Child of the beach and the city
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| Child of the streets and of the truth
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| The rhythm of your people is felt here
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| To the song of the country that lives in you
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| The magic of your hand on the drum
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| Resonates here with soul and good feeling
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| And at the strike of bells as they ring
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| The angels guard you from the sea)
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| With a hubcap and a stick in his hand
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| In his own parade, leading the band
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| His head in the sky, his feet nearly touching the sand of the homeland
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| Nino, walking around in L. A
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| Nino, this will be your town one day |