| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I do not believe you, I do not believe
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I am what I am and I’m not deceived
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| On a slow boat we drift in horse latitude waters
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| Becalmed on the swells of the internal sea
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| And towing behind us a huge birdless silence
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| The air is a hammer, the waters don’t breath
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I do not believe you, I do not believe
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I am what I am and I’m not deceived
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| On a day like tomorrow when all things are sacred
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| I’ll lie like a drunk angainst the sun roasted wall
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| And the air will not move and all time hangs suspended
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| Between now and forever until darkness falls
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I do not believe you, I do not believe
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I am what I am and I’m not deceived
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I do not believe you, I do not believe
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| You traveling ladies, I do not believe you
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| I am what I am and I’m not deceived |