There's a land, so I've been told,
every street is paved with gold
And it's just across the borderline
And when it's time to take your turn,
here's a lesson you must learn:
You could lose more that you ever hope to find.
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And when you reach the broken promised land,
every dream slips through your hand
[Then/*And] you'll know it's too late to change your mind,
'cause you pay the price to come this far,
just to wind up where you are
And you're still just across the borderline (fine)
Up and down the Rio Grande,
a thousand footprints in the sand,
reveal the secrets no-one can define
The river flows on like a breath,
in between our life and death
Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline.
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