| The air was more than human
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| And the heat was more than hungry
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| And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
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| The boars were running wild
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| Because they’re big and mean and sacred
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| And the children playing cricket with no shoes
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| That morning we woke up man
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| To a seven-hour drive
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| Well there we were in South Batong
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| Where women are men and men go wrong
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| And there were so many fewer questions
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| When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm
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| Man and there were so many fewer questions
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| When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm
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| The officials were quite friendly
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| Once we bribed them with our sweet talk
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| And we drowned them with our cigarettes and booze
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| Disembarking from the port
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| With no mistakes of any sort
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| Moving south the engine running smooth
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| The next morning we woke up man
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| With the sunrise to the right well
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| Moving back north to Port Blair
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| Where boats break and children stare
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| And there were so many fewer questions
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| When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmm
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| Man and there were so many fewer questions
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| When stars were still just the holes to heaven |