The people will survive in their environment.
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness of our South.
The injustice of our greed, the practice we inherit.
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness of our South.
There on the beach, I could see it in her eyes.
I only had a Corona, five-cent deposit.
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