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The air was more than human |
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And the heat was more than hungry |
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And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes |
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The boars were running wild |
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Because they're big and mean and sacred |
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And the children playing cricket with no shoes |
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That morning we woke up man |
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To a seven-hour drive |
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Well there we were in South Batong |
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Where women are men and men go wrong |
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And there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm |
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Man and there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm |
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The officials were quite friendly |
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Once we bribed them with our sweet talk |
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And we drowned them with our cigarettes and booze |
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Disembarking from the port |
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With no mistakes of any sort |
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Moving south the engine running smooth |
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The next morning we woke up man |
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With the sunrise to the right well |
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Moving back north to Port Blair |
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Where boats break and children stare |
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And there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm |
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Man and there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven |
