| You and I, we share another language
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| Of Inca treasures and hidden pots of gold
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| We’ve seen wonders you can only dream of
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| In search of legends of old
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| Hitch hiking across the atacama
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| A desert like the surface of the moon
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| Fake a fire, eat cactus fruit and sleep beneath the stars
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| In the morning we’ll leave for Peru
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| Looking high, searching low
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| We are travelling the face of the globe
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| Down the rivers and the open roads
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| Where adventure lies we will go
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| We venture the heights of machu picchu
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| Ignoring the danger sign on the jungle trail
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| The serpent’s bite — it only serves to strengthen our resolve
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| 'cause tonight is the night we set sail
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| Looking high, searching low
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| We are travelling the face of the globe
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| Down the rivers and the open roads
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| Where adventure lies we will go
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| We’re rafting down the rapids of the Urubamba
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| We sail there with our pockets full of hope
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| Surely distant shores can’t hide forever
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| 'cause where the river goes — nobody knows
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| Looking high, searching low
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| We are travelling the face of the globe
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| Down the rivers and the open roads
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| Where adventure lies we will go |