| Richard came inside a gas truck’s gear
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| Hiding from officers
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| Crossing the limits of the country’s fears
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| And lying as gossipers
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| And he decided to leave the hiding place
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| To take a walk in the American dream
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| Felt so scared but he needed some sun on the face
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| And in the street officers took him
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| Those were hard days for a gambler
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| Those were hard days for a man
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| But too hard to remember
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| As he had leave again
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| Richard got rid of Miami law
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| By deportation and some injuries
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| When the moreno man
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| With a punch on the jaw
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| Got in love so tenderly
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| Because in the flight he heard a voice
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| Which latin accent swung his soul
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| So when they landed love left no choice
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| Had to go with her to mexico
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| Those were good days for a glamber
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| Those were a good days for a man
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| But too good to remember
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| As he had to leave again
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| Richard waited the night
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| To leave the house of cheer
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| When she was sleeping safe
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| Kissed her belly with guilty tear
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| But must get lonely to be rave
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| And hit the road looking for something else
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| But for the first time felt alone
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| Wanted a place to rest in peace
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| But there’s no way back home |