| Did we ever meet in Zanzibar
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| Two caucasians at the town bazaar
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| Are you who you say you are?
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| Did you offer me a Dutch cigar?
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| You must have thought you were so bourgeois
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| Are you who you say your are?
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| After all these years, you haven’t changed at all
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| But I can’t say you look the same
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| Summer days are hot in Zanzibar
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| And at night the sky is filled with stars
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| Listen, you can hear guitars
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| Native people, skins as black as tar
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| Wear bright-coloured robes in Zanzibar
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| They’ve never even heard of ska
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| On a guided tour of limestone caves
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| Did we see where the traders kept their slaves?
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| Was that how we spent the day?
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| After all these years, you haven’t changed at all
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| But I can’t say you look the same
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| I have never been to Zanzibar
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| I have always thought it was too far
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| You’re not who you say you are
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| You’re not who you say you are
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| You’re not who you say you are |