| Juarez, I couldn’t sleep tonight
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| Juarez, you made me weep tonight
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| Across the Rio Grande, I saw your poverty lights
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| Goodnight, Juarez, good night
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| Juarez, I used to paint the town
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| Now you’ve gone and turned it upside down
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| Into a dark and bloody battleground
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| Goodnight, Juarez, goodnight
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| Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows
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| Just caught the last bus out
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| She said, «Seven sorrows used to fit the bill
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| But I’d need ten thousand now»
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| The mariachi horns are silent
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| The guitars don’t make a sound
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| The children have all disappeared
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| Or they’re hiding underground
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| The tourist market’s empty now
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| You wouldn’t recognize this town
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| Why, they even tore the bull ring down
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| Goodnight, Juarez, good night
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| Vuela, vuela, palomita, you old ragged
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| And torn Dove of Peace
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| Fly across this burning desert
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| Where the bodies lie beneath
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| Bring me back one faded rose
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| A sign of love and hope
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| And drop it down on this broken city
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| Before it all goes up in smoke
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| Juarez, I had a dream today
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| The children danced as the guitars played
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| And all the violence up and slipped away
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| Goodnight, Juarez, goodnight |