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You and I, we share another language |
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Of Inca treasures and hidden pots of gold |
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We've seen wonders you can only dream of |
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In search of legends of old |
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Hitch hiking across the atacama |
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A desert like the surface of the moon |
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Fake a fire, eat cactus fruit and sleep beneath the stars |
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In the morning we'll leave for Peru |
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Looking high, searching low |
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We are travelling the face of the globe |
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Down the rivers and the open roads |
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Where adventure lies we will go |
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We venture the heights of machu picchu |
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Ignoring the danger sign on the jungle trail |
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The serpent's bite - it only serves to strengthen our resolve |
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'cause tonight is the night we set sail |
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Looking high, searching low |
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We are travelling the face of the globe |
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Down the rivers and the open roads |
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Where adventure lies we will go |
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We're rafting down the rapids of the Urubamba |
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We sail there with our pockets full of hope |
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Surely distant shores can't hide forever |
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'cause where the river goes - nobody knows |
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Looking high, searching low |
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We are travelling the face of the globe |
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Down the rivers and the open roads |
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Where adventure lies we will go |
