| From the ports of the west we sailed into the sun
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| South America bound a journey begun
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| Lights going out in the Barrios half a world away
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| Oceans to cross and a course to steer all the way
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| We bought copper and ore, silver and gold
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| In the mines and the fileds the sweat of a people was sold
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| Lights coming on in the Barrios a long day’s labour at an end
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| They saw the wealth of the mountains
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| Flow all the way
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way
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| And when the country was torn
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| Oh we chose sides
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| Selling arms to the dew to hold back the tide
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| Fires burned in the Barrios
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| We poured oil upon the flames
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| Sending bullets and bombs, guns and planes
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| All the way
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| From the hearts of the west they’ll fly back to the sun
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| South American bound, the journey is done
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| They’ll be laughter and songs in the Barrios to echo half the world away
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| When Maria y Juan y Julio
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| Isabella Manuel y Mario
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| Felipe Raoul y Mauricio
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way to Santiago
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| All the way |