| You wanted me to write you a letter —
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| Here it is, it’s left down river on the boat
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| And if the things I feel around me could reach you —
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| But they never will — you’re much too remote
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| Women walk in the shade with water jars
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| It’s so different here — so hot, no phones or cars
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| It’s so different here
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| These afternoons are far asleep, the people mend their nets
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| They’ll be on their boats at sunrise
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| I watch them at their lives, they teach me much
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| I could not tell you moot, until you’ve seen my eyes
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| Women walk in the shade with water jars
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| It’s so different here — so hot, no phones or cars
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| It’s so different here
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| It’s so hot here
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| Do you still love me?
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| You never build a conclusion
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| With our affairs and ups and downs
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| And now my job has brought me here
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| Rivers still flow slowly when the land is low
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| The mind weeps on, but I’m too hot to shed a tear
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| Women walk in the shade with water jars
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| It’s so different here — so hot, no phones or cars
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| Women walk in the shade with water jars
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| It’s so different here — so hot, no phones or cars
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| It’s so different here
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| It’s so hot here |