| Oh, Arizona’s burning, they say the fence turned round
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| And now the razor wire keeps us out
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| Mother says with luck we’ll sleep under a roof tonight
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| Father says in the truck we’ll be crushed in tight
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| Oh Chicago, don’t forget me as the miles between us grow
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| Keep the maple tree carved with the name of my love
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| The hills we would sled race down
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| Lake Michigan stay endless and painted in sky goodbye
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| Mother says years ago the whole world was ours to rule
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| Father says let it go those days are gone for good
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| All the signs read no gringo but somehow we’ll find our way
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| Maybe waiting at dawn by the factory doors
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| Sun burnt and bent in the fields
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| Hey don’t turn us in, we’ll be silent as the grave, as time
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| No gringo, no gringo aquí
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| Words as levies against the flood
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| Hoy cerrado, there’s too many to feed
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| Room for only our own kind, our own blood
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| No gringo, no gringo aquí
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| You have stayed in this land for too long
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| Tan amargo but there’s no time to grieve
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| You just pack up your things and move on
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| And move on, and move on |