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on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of calitas,
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rising up from the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimering
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light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the 
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night. There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell. And i 
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was thinkin' to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell. Then 
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she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way. I heard voices down 
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the coridoor, i thought i heatd them say.