I can hardly breath
Now the Andes shine
I can’t look away
I go to climb
I get higher every day
Trying to find my way
Headaches wakes
I can hardly breath
I trade my dollars in
God knows I overpaid
I just come back
I haggle more every day
Trying to find my way
So far away from
Those holidays
Where I used to go to
On my December days
But now I stay
In this hideaway
Where nobody knows me
Nobody owns me
Nobody shows me
How I should find my way
I can’t let this language
Stop me from settling in
I got no words,
But I still got my American grin
Let it start again
So far away from
Those holidays
Where I used to go to
On my December days
But now I stay
In this hideaway
Where nobody knows me
Nobody owns me
Nobody shows me
How I should find my way
Bus turns
Towards perilous crossroads
I feel so far from my family home
You go left, you go right,
Either way you know
It’s some place you gotta go
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