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The air was more than human and |
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The heat was more than hungry and |
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The cars were square and spitting diesel fumes |
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The bulls were running wild |
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Because they're big and mean and sacred and |
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The children were playing cricket with no shoes |
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The next morning we woke up, man |
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With a seven hour drive |
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There we were stuck in Port Blaire |
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Where boats break and children stare |
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There were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to Heaven |
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And there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to Heaven |
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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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Officials were quite friendly |
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Once we drowned them with our sweet talk |
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We bribed them with our cigarettes and booze |
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The next morning we woke up |
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With the sunrise to the right |
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Moving back north to Port Blaire |
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Where boats break and children stare |
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There were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to Heaven |
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Yes and there were so many fewer questions |
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When stars were still just the holes to Heaven |
