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falling back in a faith in a dream
now all is not the way that it seems
a brilliant disguise covers my eye's once again
more that this i'm folding my hands
selling my soul in primative land
i cannot explain the reasons i came to pretend
oh lord, i've been mucking about
but i finally see what it's all about
it's all my fault
i'm bound for bogota
it began with an innocent game
the money swept down like the winds on the plain
i couldn't believe the incredible ease of it all
but who ends up paying when everythings done?
the sins of the father are paid by the son
i cannot change or this world re-arrange anymore
oh lord, i've been mucking about
but i finally see what it's all about
it's all my fault
i'm bound for bogota
columbia's dead
