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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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