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Lee, Lifeson - Peart Our first stop is in Bogota To check Colombian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We`re on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We`ll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day`s toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there We`re on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We`ll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best |