| I want to go back to Cartagena
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| I want to sail to the south right away
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| I need to hear vallenatos a la Victrola
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| Time if you haven’t noticed is
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| Still wasting away
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| I want to get lost in old Habana
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| I long to walk down the wide Malecon
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| Quiero hablar con los pescadores
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| Y oler las flores
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| And drive in a '56 Caddy right into the dawn
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| What am I doin'? |
| Deja vu’in'
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| Still singing and swearing
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| And wearing my traveling clothes
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| What am I sayin'? |
| Can’t imagine not playin'
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| Just show me the way to the bar and
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| A nomad who knows
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| I have to get back to Ushuaia
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| The southern constellations
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| Are calling to me
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| I need to dance a midnight tango
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| Hear some Django
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| There’s a boat waiting there
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| Bound for the far Tasman Sea
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| I want to go back to Cayo Hueso
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| Back where they sing the sun into the sea
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| I want to dance with circus gypsies
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| Talk with hippies
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| Where the past and the future
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| Still walk down that same sandy street
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| The importance of elsewhere
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| Is still that important to me
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| Yes, the importance of elsewhere
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| Is still so important to me
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| I want to go back to Cartagena |