| Where the sun goes up and the sun comes down nothing ever changes in a border
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| town
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| It turns around and starts all over again
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| It’s alcohol and nicotine and everyday’s like Halloween
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| It’s a muy loco world we’re living in
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| It’s broken dreams and shady deals
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| Red hot cars and cold blue steel
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| And every night temptation comes around
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| And down on the border where the coyotes howl
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| The hot winds blow and the big boys prowl
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| Always something evil going down
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| Look out boy you’re gonna lose control
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| Blow your cool and curse your soul
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| Open up your eyes and read the signs
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| Are you gonna be a man and stand up tall
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| Or turn your back and say the hell with it all
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| Don’t you know that the blind can’t lead the blind
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| And you’re just about to cross the line
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| Don’t you know if you turn your back the water gets muddy and the cards get
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| stacked
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| Nobody gets a free ride in this game
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| A rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, doctor, lawyer or an Indian chief
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| In the eyes of the law they’re all gonna look the same
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| But right’s still right and wrong’s still wrong
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| And they keep on singing that same old song
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| About the only ones are you and me
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| Take a look in the mirror cause you know what you are
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| A belly full of guts and a little tin star
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| And you’re standing between the devil and the deep blue sea
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| Look out boy you’re gonna lose control
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| Blow your cool and curse your soul
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| Open up your eyes and read the signs
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| Are you gonna be a man and stand up tall
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| Or turn your back and say the hell with it all
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| Don’t you know that the blind can’t lead the blind
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| And you’re just about to cross the line |