Winter on the Americas
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catch you in the snow winter's day
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who would think fires burning out
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would ever go to the same place,
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but, the sadness
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slightly of your face
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I didn't mean it that way
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A Humanesque is playing on tonight
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Do you ever talk revolution? [You used to talk...]
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Who would ever know, you'd have to see
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Way down. Down the Tingo Marie
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caught you all alone in their angry streets,
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but, the sadness
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who did you meet?
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did they treat you that way
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A Humanesque is playing on tonight
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Your eyes are liars
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they paint the secrets you betray
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Your Spanish men say that you cheat them everyday
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they want to go and let you have your way
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seems your rebels given up the cause
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and even Oklahoma calls your name,
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but, the magic
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with which you held sway
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has fallen decayed
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A Humanesque is playing on tonight
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the magic
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has since burned away
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did they want it that way,
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A Humanesque is playing on tonight
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Humanesque
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The Gun Club |