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Black beans on the stove, malta in my hands
Tears in Alba's eyes as she dreams of a far away land
"I've been stripped of my country, I've been spit on by my race"
I said "It'll be okay!" as I wiped a tear from her face
And she said "No quieroir la mentira que vivo aqui!"
"Yo quiero volver a mi pais!"
"You'll never know the pain that I feel inside
I've been stripped of my country and robbed of my pride
I don't know where I'm gonna go but I don't belong here!"
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