| There is a hot wind blowing
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| It moves across the oceans and into every port
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| A plague. |
| A black plague. |
| There’s danger everywhere
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| And you’ve been sailing
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| And you’re all alone on an island now tuning in
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| Did you think this was the way
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| Your world would end?
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| Hombres. |
| Sailors. |
| Comrades
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| There is no pure land now. |
| No safe place
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| And we stand here on the pier
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| Watching you drown
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| Love among the sailors
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| Love among the sailors
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| There is a hot wind blowing
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| Plague drifts across the oceans
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| And if this is the work of an angry god
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| I want to look into his angry face
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| There is no pure land now. |
| No safe place
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| Come with us into the mountains
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| Hombres. |
| Sailors. |
| Comrades |