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During the months I traveled in Africa and Asia, I used to jam on this groove, and so, magically a new song was born.
There was a man, he kept traveling, loved it but still, from time to time, like anyone of us, just wanted to get home.
Franky o'Gio was a friend of mine
He liked to travel all the time
And he never had the cafard
He never looked back
He headed to Asia
He rocked in the beach
He wandered in Addis Abbeba
And he heard so many different sounds
That he felt like a man
But from time to time the sun was gone
And the soul is prisoner of the fate of gold
Aliens, strangers, silly faces
It's the big parade
It's July in the ocean
In the pampa more snow
Said a drunk Vladimir in a Portugal bar
And the whores that smile at you
And you wanna get, just home.
Wanna get home....
Wanna get home tonight
When you get lonely
U wanna get home