MAQUILADORA
Here it comes, here it comes I can feel the hills exploding exploding gracefully
burning up the freeway here it comes grass is green at the edge of the bubble
beautiful gets into beautiful trouble well, it all seems to fall out of the
sky and come down on you oh baby burn fast dies younger burns rubber useless
rockers from England good times, hide behind just swallow your guilt and your
conscience blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal interstate five walk
straight down the middle and it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on
you oh baby burn
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