| Me and Javi
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| Shouted slogans in Spanish
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| Like it was our world to win
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| Then they moved the plant
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| Down to Ojeda
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| Time to bite your tongue again
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| I’ve seen the fabled city
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| And its streets are paved with gold
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| But an iron fence runs 'round it
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| And its iron gate is closed
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| What ain’t right ain’t right
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| He told me
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| But something else passed behind his eyes
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| Now he’s downtown on his knees
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| Washing floors for somebody
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| And quietly biding his time
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| I’ve seen the fabled city
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| And its streets are paved with gold
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| But an iron fence runs round it
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| And its iron gate is closed
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| At the gas station
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| On Sunset and Crescent
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| I met an angel sad and old
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| She lived in the alley
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| Behind the market
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| In the shadows maybe hidden from the Lord
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| And for a dollar
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| She sang a song
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| That sounded more like a prayer
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| A wish that her dead mother and father
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| Couldn’t look down and see her there
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| I’ve seen the fabled city
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| And its streets are paved with gold
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| But an iron fence runs round it
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| And its iron gate is closed
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| On the wire outside my window
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| There sit 100 swallows
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| And I suspect that if one flew
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| Then 99 would follow |