| Waiting by the shoreline
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| In Somalia for your reply
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| I need you to come see me
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| That’s no lie
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| The guns are getting closer
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| The sweat pours like the dew
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| That fell from the trees in Tripoli
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| In the spring
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| I’m white hot
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| I’m white hot
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| By the Somalian shore
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| White hot
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| Yes, I’m burning to the core
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| I need rain
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| We’re cast out from the jungle
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| With no rations or canteen
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| For selling faulty rifles
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| To the thieves in Tanzania
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| Adventures and misfortune
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| Nothing wagered, nothing gained
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| I have wandered through the desert
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| Found the ocean, not the rain
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| I can remember the nights by The Strand in Tripoli
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| We were so much younger then
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| I had you and my poetry to protect me
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| We were so much cooler then
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| I need rain
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| I’m white hot
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| I’m white hot
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| By the Somalian shore
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| I’m white hot
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| Yes, I’m burning to the core
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| I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
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| I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
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| We were so much bolder then
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| I had you and my poetry to protect me
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| We were both soldiers then
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| Bolder then, colder then
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| I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
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| White hot
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| White hot…
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| Water |