Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin ?
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Lincoln County Road or Armageddon ?
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Seems like I been down this way before
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Is there any truth in that, senor ?
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Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin' ?
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How long are we gonna be riding ?
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How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door ?
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Will there be any comfort there senor ?
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There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
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There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
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There's a marcing band still playing in that vacant lot
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Where's she held me in her arms one time and said, Forget me not.
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Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
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Smell the tail of the dragon
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Can't stand the suspense anymore
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Can you tell me who to contact here, senor ?
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Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
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Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
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A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
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He said, Son, this ain't a dream no more it's the real thing.
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Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather
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Well, give me a minute, let me get it together
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I just gotta pick myself up off the floor
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I'm ready when you are, senor.
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Senor, senor, let's overturn these cables
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Disconnect these tables
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This place don't make sense to me no more
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Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor ?
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Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)
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