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	Walk. Keep up with me, don't look back.
	Don't look at the dying men.
	The devil is in this dust and he's calling on us.
	Each rock is a tombstone that rests a soul whose bargain was not upheld.
	The peaks and the canyons, so beautiful, hold collections beneath this ground.
	The river's gone, for the earth is deprived as well.
	We need a new kind of prayer to beat this hell.
	Son, be strong.
	Remember why we chose to risk our lives.
	Picture your mother with a roof above her head and a smile that never ends.
	This test is one that will earn us all we deserve.
	I'll be damned if imaginary lines keep us away from the land known for its harvesting of hopes and dreams.
	I'll be damned if a fellow man decides my family's fate.
	With enchantments and deceptions, coyotes led us to a certain death.
	Pockets lined with greed, shared like our blood.
	But our greed was born to different mothers.
	We're getting close… or maybe just wishing so.
	Burning flesh and swelling backs have left us crawling through failure.
	Suffocating, swelling hearts hang by the threads sewn by loved ones.

	Walk. Keep up with me, don' t look back.
	Don' t look at the dying men.
	The devil is in this dust and he' s calling on us.
	Each rock is a tombstone that rests a soul whose bargain was not upheld.
	The peaks and the canyons, so beautiful, hold collections beneath this ground.
	The river' s gone, for the earth is deprived as well.
	We need a new kind of prayer to beat this hell.
	Son, be strong.
	Remember why we chose to risk our lives.
	Picture your mother with a roof above her head and a smile that never ends.
	This test is one that will earn us all we deserve.
	I' ll be damned if imaginary lines keep us away from the land known for its harvesting of hopes and dreams.
	I' ll be damned if a fellow man decides my family' s fate.
	With enchantments and deceptions, coyotes led us to a certain death.
	Pockets lined with greed, shared like our blood.
	But our greed was born to different mothers.
	We' re getting close or maybe just wishing so.
	Burning flesh and swelling backs have left us crawling through failure.
	Suffocating, swelling hearts hang by the threads sewn by loved ones.