| The hot and dusty road is where all things fall apart
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| You were my sleep waitress in this baking trailer park
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| On a calm March night, they left their drunken shouts behind
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| And carried you away to find work, a better life
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| I hear the stars talking from the tin roof of my home
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| Placing bets on the emigrants on how far they might go
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| I wonder where you are, are you out there all alone?
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| We can dance without a mask, just come back from where you’ve gone
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| I wonder where you are, did you ever make it through?
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| The desert was a curse, lying still in wait for you
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| There’s a coldness where you walked, and a silence in my yard
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| How can I not see you now? |
| Goddamn the border guards |