| My name is Juan from Monterrey
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| I’ve been 10 years in the USA
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| Repaired New Orleans after the hurricane
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| I built a home and made a better way
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| Now there’s fear, angry words saying «Go!»
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| They say I’m a criminal, what do they know?
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| Rounded up my friends without papers to show
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| They wanna send us back, back to Mexico
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| They say I’m a criminal, that’s what they say
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| My children were born, born in the USA
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| They say these children, they too must go
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| But their home is here, not Mexico
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| From where I now stand on this alluvial ground
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| Where waves of immigrants laid their bundles down
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| And the symbol of freedom must stand the test of time
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| Built stronger than words that divide
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| They say I’m a criminal, that’s what they say
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| My children were born, born in the USA
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| They say these children, they too must go
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| But their home is here, not Mexico
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| They say I’m a criminal, that’s what they say
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| My children were born, born in the USA
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| They say these children, they too must go
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| But their home is here, not Mexico |