| Ali was a sailor’s son
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| Joined the merchant fleet at twenty-one
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| Dreams of ports in distant lands
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| A bag of figs and some low-grade heroin
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| As the years rolled by at sea
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| Ali thought about his destiny
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| Tired of the sailor’s life
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| Ali thought he’d find himself a wife
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| Lisbon, Guangzhou, Taipei, Bandung
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| Naples, Brunei, Capetown, Shanghai
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| Bangkok, Pusan, Dublin, Luzon
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| Lima, Dakar, Cypress, Malta
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| Sometimes things aren’t what they seem
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| Late one night our sailor had a dream
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| A queen of Indonesian lore
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| A voice he’d loved a thousand years or more
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| Lisbon, Guangzhou, Taipei, Bandung
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| Naples, Brunei, Capetown, Shanghai
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| Bangkok, Pusan, Dublin, Luzon
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| Lima, Dakar, Cypress, Malta
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| When the typhoon struck at dawn
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| Ali had his finest civvies on
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| All the crew were cramped below
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| And with a smile into the sea he dove
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| Lisbon, Guangzhou, Taipei, Bandung
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| Naples, Brunei, Capetown, Shanghai
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| Bangkok, Pusan, Dublin, Luzon
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| Lima, Dakar, Cypress, Malta |