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  1. Sing it, Fidel!

    “Running on, running on empty
    Running on, running blind
    Running on, ran the show with a gun
    But I’m running behind

    Everyone I know, like at Guantanamo
    People need some reason to believe
    I don’t know about anyone but me
    If it takes all night, that’ll be all right
    If I can get you to smile before I leave”

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