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Johnny's trapping stars in his car |
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With the radio on |
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In the parking lot |
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Lily heard a sound |
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While they were going down |
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Someone on el camino had been shot |
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Carmelita stared |
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She really cared for that boy |
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He meant a lot |
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Carmelita, she came over the border |
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Immigration man saw her |
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She wouldn't take a short order |
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But it was so far behind her |
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She had her heart on the wire |
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She became a low rider |
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Immigration's full of strange language strains |
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Rules carmelita never learned in school |
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Not in school |
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But in the streets of mexico |
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She came to know |
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That borderlines were made to walk through |
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Her daddy said you're fine, |
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You're not the water, you're the wine |
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You can take and make it all new |
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So make it new |
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Carmelita, she came over the border |
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Immigration man saw her |
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'cause she refused to take a short order |
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But it was easy to find her |
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She joined the boulevard choir |
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When he became a low rider |
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Sometimes in the dark |
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Some things just go wrong |
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And it peels into the night just like a knife |
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Like a knife |
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They stab you so cold |
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The blood is bottled and sold |
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All she wanted was a radio to hold |
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But she said dying makes her feel so old |
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Carmelita, she came over the border |
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Immigration man snagged her |
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'cause she wouldn't take a short order |
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But it was easy to find her |
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She joined the boulevard choir |
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When she became a low rider |
