| Me and all the mates are sailing on
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| Down the colorado river, gone
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| These men have a liking to be free
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| And this is all the land we’ll ever need
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| They called it our suicide
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| But all around us now curls the breeze
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| And you must know it’s hard
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| To see reality
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| Meanwhile we’ve been working to the bone
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| Knocking up this letter to the queen
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| But we’ll never make it through the seas
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| With every little letter in tow
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| In this town it rmains to be seen
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| But i know i love you so
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| But it’s nevr up up above
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| It’s always sweeping down in the streets below
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| They called it our suicide
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| But all around us now curls the breeze
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| And you must know it’s hard
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| To see reality
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| Now we’re in this country living free
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| And we got that same mentality
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| How the colorado used to flow
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| Now your neighbor’s greener grasses grow
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| My name is not joaquin
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| But i know it still goes
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| The cats who moved that border down
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| We’re the same ones who just stole your homes |