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(ayyy-haaa!) Walking down the dusty,
empty street
With the weight of concrete
under my feet
The brass
is crying out my name
But the heavy noise
is fueling the flame
I feel the pressure
starting to rise
No more hiding,
no more lies
(canta y no llores)
Crying brass and broken strings
Hear the song the desert brings!
Shout it out
into the black
No more holding, no turning back!
Dust in the air,
shadows on the wall We stand upright,
refuse to fall The vihuela cuts right through the noise Listen close
to the forgotten voice (gritoooooo!)
Crying brass and broken strings
Hear the song the desert brings!
Shout it out
into the black
No more holding, no turning back! (ayyy-ha-ha-ha)