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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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Our first stop is in bogota |
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To check columbian fields |
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The natives smile and pass along |
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A sample of their yield |
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Sweet jamaican pipe dreams |
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Golden acapulco nights |
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Then morocco, and the east, |
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Fly by morning light |
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We're on the train to bangkok |
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Aboard the thailand express |
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We'll hit the stops along the way |
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We only stop for the best |
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Wreathed in smoke in lebanon |
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We burn the midnight oil |
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The fragrance of afghanistan |
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Rewards a long day's toil pulling into katmandu |
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Smoke rings fill the air |
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Perfumed by a nepal night |
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The express gets you there |
