| Motorbike on the island
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| Steering like an angry hornet
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| I don’t belong in this ritzy palace
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| Show me your shanty
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| Show me your corrupted churches
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| There’s a pearl in the mud
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| There’s a penniless child next to a mansion in the sun
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| There’s a monkey on a chain
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| While his puppeteer pulls his strings for change
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| I’m a honey-haired lonely traveler
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| You’re a rice-picking lonely sailor
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| And despite the language barrier
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| I appreciate the gesture
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| The museum is filling up with flies
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| A rosary from the man with ebony eyes
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| The barefoot children stick out their hands for coins
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| The barefoot street men advertise their tricks and their noise
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| There’s a pearl in the mud
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| There’s a penniless child next to a mansion in the sun
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| There’s a monkey on a chain
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| While his puppeteer pulls his strings for change
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| I’m an empty bar storyteller
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| You’ve just made enough for dinner
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| And despite the language barrier
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| I appreciate the gesture |