| The barrio starts two streets over
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| Miguel, he’s a friend of mine
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| With brick weed built a reputation
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| Like dry ice in the summertime
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| Now all you need is an electric razor
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| A magic bullet and a grassy knoll
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| The whole world is just a little oyster
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| To Snow White and her poison apples
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| I woke up in the age of wires
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| I fell asleep at the dusk of man
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| Now I’m cold as Popocatépetl
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| Fingers crossed in the promised land
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| But you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| All souled out in heaven
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| The barrio starts two streets over
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| Monse, she’s a friend of mine
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| Keeps it peace like a whistleblower
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| Flying kites in the wintertime
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| Magic carpet is the transportation
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| Went to the moon in a soda can
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| Not all my boys believe in science
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| Stretching truth in the promised land
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| But you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| It’s souled out in heaven
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| Chorus again, or another one? |
| Another one
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| El Popocatépetl esta dormido pero pronto despertara
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| You know by now
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| You know by now
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| You know by now
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| But you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| It’s souled out, in heaven
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| No, you won’t be getting in (you know by now)
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| To heaven
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| To heaven (you know by now)
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| To heaven (you know by now)
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| (You know by now)
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| To heaven |