Another down trip under blazing Colombian sun
You're burned out, wishing you bought the big one
The obtrusive sound of samba turns you off
Still knocked out, you dash for smelling the stuff
The real world bores the pants off you as all get out
A virtual lover is all you've always dreamed about
You wonder why you did screw up last night
Something in the cards just didn't sit right
You travel second-class from heaven dust to cosmic dust
If unwanted, your life seems like a complete bust
You need one more strike to take it through the nose
You see a ringer for your angel that smells like a rose
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