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 bulls were running wild
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Because their big and mean and sacred
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And the children were playing cricket with no shoes
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The next morning we woke a man with a seven hour drive
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Well there we were stuck in port Blaire
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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
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Mmhmm
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And there were so many fewer questions
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven
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Mmhmm
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Disembarking from the port
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With no mistakes of any sort
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Moving soundly engine running smooth
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Officials work while friendly
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Once we drown them with our sweet talk
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And we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze
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The next morning we woke a man with the sunrise to the right
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Moving back north to port Blaire
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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
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Mmhmm
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Yes and there were so many fewer questions
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When stars were still just the holes to heaven
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Mmhmm
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Holes To Heaven
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| Jack Johnson |
