Going To Bolivia

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[Verse 1]
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i cut myself a two-foot switch from 
some
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tropical hardwood nearby.
and the sounds of a carnival drifted
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 miraculously
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trough the air from a thousand 
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miles away.
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the monkeys jumped from tree to 
tree.
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it sent a deathly chill trough me
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in Bo- li- via

[Verse 2]
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and wildcats i had never seen 
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claimed places in my room.
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and animals noises rang trough the 
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thick brush like voices from the 
tomb.
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i saw the freshly polished chrome
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gleaming in the mid-day sun.
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and i knew that you were coming home
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to Bo- li- via

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