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Take me to Magura |
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To while the years away |
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The tinkling of the cowbells |
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And smells of drying hay |
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The rainfall in the mountains |
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Will wash away my fears |
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And all the foolish things |
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That I've done throughout the years |
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1 grew up in the city Not far from East L.A. |
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With rows of dusty palm trees |
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And millions of freeways |
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Traffic jams and cholos |
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And perverts in the park |
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And teenage girls who sold |
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Their little bodies after dark |
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So take me to Magura.... |
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I'll plant a little garden |
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Take up astronomy |
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And search for supernovas |
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In neighboring galaxies |
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I'll go to bed by midnight |
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And wake up with the dawn |
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And play my old guitar |
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While this sad world rolls along |
