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i feel a hot wind on my shoulderand the touch of a world that is olderi turn the switch and check the numberi leave it on when in bed i slumberi hear the rhythms of the musici buy the product and never use iti hear the talking of the djcan't understand, just what does he say?i'm on a mexican radioi dial it in and tune the stationthey talk about the u.s. inflationi understand just a littleno comprende - it's a riddlei'm on a mexican radioi wish i was in tiajuanaeating barbequed iguanai take requests on the telephonei'm on a wavelength far from homei feel a hot wind on my shoulderi dial it in from the south of the borderi hear the talking of the djcan't understand, just what does he say?i'm on a mexican radiowhat does he say?
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