| There’s a tattoo heart
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| With an arrow through the middle
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| Of a name that looks like Joe
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| And a young girl’s looking
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| At her makeup in the mirror
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| Puts a little gold ring on her toe
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| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on
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| There’s a sharp dressed man
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| Playing something on a fiddle
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| In the backyard right next door
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| And everybody’s mother
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| Is cooking something in the kitchen
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| Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor
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| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on
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| You can’t run and try to hide away
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| Here it comes, here comes another day
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| A red rooster crows
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| A little Mexican tune
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| On the chain link fence by the gate
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| Somebody’s daddy’s out there
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| Honkin' on the horn
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| Hurry up, we’re gonna make him late
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| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on
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| You can’t run and try to hide away
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| Here it comes, here comes another day
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| If you’re long down that highway
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| No matter where you are
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| You’re never really far
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| Good morning Aztlán
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| There’s a big fat heart
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| With an arrow through the middle
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| Of this place that I call home
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| And when I get lost
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| And don’t even got a nickel
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| There’s a piece of dirt I call my own
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| I gotta say one, two, three more things before I go on
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| You can’t run and try to hide away
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| Here it comes, here comes another day
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| You can’t run to try to hide away
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| Here it comes, here comes another day
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| Where you are, never really far away
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| Good morning Aztlán |