| She went from Cape to Cairo
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| I went from Cape to Rio
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| She drinks her Tanqueray
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| But it’s Mainstay for me-o
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| My heart and soul are hardened
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| I built the Hanging Gardens
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| I let my tears flow
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| I let my tears flow
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| Oh what bitter stuff
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| Don’t say my song’s too slow!
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| Don’t talk cause you don’t know
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| The place I come from is a place you never go
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| No no it’s not enough
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| I want more of this bitter stuff
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| You’ll see me swaying as you’re praying for my fall
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| I try to understand her
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| Outside on the blue veranda
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| When she feels pleasure
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| It’s a measure of my worth
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| They say never say never
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| But my name’s Nebuchadnezzar
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| And I’ll never let it go
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| I’ll never let it go
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| No it’s not enough
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| Don’t say my song’s too slow!
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| Don’t talk cause you don’t know
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| The place I come from is a place you never go
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| No no it’s not enough
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| I want more of this bitter stuff
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| You’ll see me swaying as you’re praying for my fall
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| She makes the feeling purer
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| With a dash of Angostura
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| I’ve learned the art
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| Of being everywhere at once
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| I built the Cape to Cairo
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| I drank the Cape to Rio
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| I died an emperor
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| And came back as a griot, oh
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| Don’t say my song’s too slow!
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| Don’t talk cause you don’t know
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| The place I come from is a place you never go
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| No no it’s not enough
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| I want more of this bitter stuff
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| You’ll see me swaying as you’re praying for my fall
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| Don’t say my song’s too slow!
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| Don’t talk cause you don’t know
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| The place I come from is a place you never go
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| No no it’s not enough
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| I want more of this bitter stuff
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| You’ll see me haggard as I stagger down the hall |