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Car horns and rumba music |
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Through the city's broken heart |
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Is this the devil's own back yard |
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It was fourty years ago |
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That the gangster he fell |
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To a rag bag of men |
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The world remembers well |
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Happy Birthday |
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Revolution |
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I'm standing here |
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Watching the world |
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Fall apart |
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Our leader he was young |
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Galant and divine |
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It was the age of blood and romance |
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They shot him in |
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Bolivia No tear did we cry |
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For how many men |
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Can chose the way that they die |
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Happy Birthday |
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Revolution |
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I'm standing here |
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Watching the world |
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Fall apart |
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We paint him on buildings |
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With sadness in our eyes |
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If we suffer hungry days |
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We call it sacrifice |
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Some say his dream is full of holes |
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We have dignity and pride |
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We have independence |
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Or is it just a yankee lie |
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Happy Birthday |
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Revolution |
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I'm standing here |
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Watching the world |
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Fall apart |
