| On the road of life I travel
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| Looking forward, never back,
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| Looking to that dream before me,
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| Leaving old dreams in my track.
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| It’s a pretty place I see.
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| Where this road is taking me.
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| Earth is barren where I come from
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| But it’s greener where I go How I’ll get there,
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| I’m not certain,
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| When I get there, I will know.
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| It’s a pretty place I see
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| Where this road is taking me.
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| Long and lonely, hard and dusty,
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| Is this trail I walk upon.
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| But the journey’s end gets nearer
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| As the day goes by, gets gone.
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| It’s a pretty place, I know.
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| Lugar bonito, bonito,
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| At the end of this road. |