| If I had my way
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| I’d cross the desert to the sea
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| Learn to speak in tongues something
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| That makes sense to you and me
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| I’d like to unplug the phone
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| Sending messages with a mirror
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| Stand on the old plateau
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| With a satellite dish and Geronimo’s ghost
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| Down in the Rio Del Sol
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| I sunk my suitcase alone
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| Filled up the Amazon
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| With snakes and vines and ropes for my clothes
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| Me and Jane Doe and Rousseau
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| We’ve got nowhere to go
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| Walking through cactus and stones
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| With our bare hands mining for gold
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| Down in the city so cold
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| Shining like razors in the sun
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| You can go there anytime that you like
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| And try to find happiness from a gun |