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Going To BoliviaI cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearbyAnd the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously through the air from a thousand miles away The monkeys jumped from tree to tree, it sent a deathly chill through me In Bolivia Wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room Animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tomb I saw the freshly polished chrome gleaming in the midday sun And I knew that you were coming home to Bolivia |