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I met a girl in east LA in floral shorts as sweet as MayShe sang in eighths and two bodial chordsWe fell in love but not in courtLa la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la laMis canciones son de la revoluciónMi córazon me duele por mi generaciónIf you love me, we can marry on the west coastOn a Wednesday en el verano en agosto[Refrão]I don't speak your, I don't speak your language, oh noI don't speak your (won't speak your), I don't speak your (won't speak your) Jesús CristoI don't speak your, I don't speak your AmericanoI don't speak your (won't speak your), I don't speak your (won't speak your) Jesús CristoOoh, America, AmericanoOoh, America, Americano[Próxima Parte]Ooh, America, AmericanoOoh, America, Americano(Letra)I will fight for, I have fought for how I love youI have cried for, I will die for how I careIn the mountains, las campanas están sonandoLos chicos (chicas), los chicos (chicas) están besando[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]Ooh, America, AmericanoOoh, America, AmericanoDon't you try to catch me, don't you try to catch me, no, no, no, noI'm living on the edge of, living on the edge of the law, law, law, lawDon't you try to catch me, don't you try to catch meI'm living on the edge of the law, law, law, law
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