| We are the dogs of Tijuana
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| Filled with garbage and stones
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| In the streets and in the fields
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| Cursed and crushed beneath the wheels
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| But together we are strong
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| Our songs echo in the darkness
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| Down the machiladora’s halls
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| Where Brother Solomon was tortured
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| The one tree in the orchard
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| Casts a shadow on the wall
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| The way is hard and long
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| But the dogs are coming home
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| We are the dogs of Tijuana
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| Left for dead in the ravine
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| In the arroyos and the valleys
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| The sewers and the alleys
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| We shiver and we dream
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| So, don’t stop to ask directions
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| If you think you’ve lost your way
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| The wrath of the lion
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| Is the wisdom of God
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| And every dog has its day
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| The way is hard and long
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| But the dogs are coming home
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| We crossed the tin can cardboard slums
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| And to these pastures came
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| Into the hands of wicked men
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| Sold by the hands of strangers
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| There’ll be no silver lining, friend
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| Of that I’m sure
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| So, shake my hand one last time
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| Cause brother, this is war
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| We are the dogs of Tijuana
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| Watching every road into town
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| A rising sea without a shore
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| Right outside your door
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| So, why weep now?
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| The way is hard and long
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| But tonight we’re coming home
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| We are the dogs of Tijuana
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| Howling in the night
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| The world will not end in fire
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| It will not end in ice
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| It will end when we arrive |