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A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
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By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
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Any man that would fight to the death, cross over
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But if you wanna live, you better fly
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And over the line stepped a hundred and seventy nine

Chorus:
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Hey, Santa Ana, we're killing you're soldiers below
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So men, wherever they go, will remember the Alamo