| Hey you
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| Rio Grande crawling with desperation
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| Hard drugs linin' the gunny sack
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| The air is thick with perspiration
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| A new life waits for the wetback
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire
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| Now this is where Juan left his family
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| You can still smell the blood in his tracks
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| Yeah, and this is where we found the baby
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| Oh, from here there ain’t no turnin' back
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire
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| Import, transport, exportation
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| Rights of nations, exploited salvation
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| Damnation under one God’s fixation
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| Without deportations, prejudice with limitations
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| Yeah, Avenida Revolution
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| Nogales, Tiajuana, Mexicali, Juarez
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| We got flowers, crosses and no solution
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| Oh, stay close and do what mommy says
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| What mommy says, mommy says
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| We’re crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire
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| Crossing the borderline, yeah, yeah
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| Into the fire, hey, hey, hey you
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| Crossing the borderline, hey you
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| Crossing the borderline
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| Into the fire, hey you, hey, hey, hey you
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| Bullets, tear gas, barbed wire fences
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| Thirsty dogs, sun, sandy trenches
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| Night crawling human, insects breeding
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| Feet, hands, arms, backs still bleeding |