(Each year many die crossing the deserts,
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mountains and rivers of our southern border
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in search of a better life. Here I follow the
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journey backwards, from the body at the
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river bottom, to the man walking across
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the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.)
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For two days the river keeps you down
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Then you rise to the light without a sound
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Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
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The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
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Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
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'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
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And the things of the earth they make their claim
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That the things of heaven may do the same
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Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros banks
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Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
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I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread
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My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
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The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
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I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
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The touch of your loving fingertips
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros banks
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Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind
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I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
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The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
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A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
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I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
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A touch of your loving fingertips
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros
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Meet me on the Matamoros banks
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Matamoras Banks
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Bruce Springsteen |