every fruit that ripens has exactly just 3 parts
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and as the seeds, the juice, the flesh push down these narrow streets and cars
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but you know that every other mango is filled with the tiny bits of snow
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that make up every pretty lady that you know
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and if they put the milk in here unbearably thin
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and if they take it out well then you'll sup with the fishermen
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you've got 3 pairs of the black and an assortment of the rest
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but that wont put hair upon your chest
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think a little smaller and these beaches never end
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the sun is always setting just a little further west
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follow it along and the story will be told
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about the girl who chased the light never got old
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how can time be passing if you never see the moon
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some people will fool themselves within the pearls of the lagoon
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but you can't trade jewels for light or kaleidoscopes for sights
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sometimes closed eyes make the picturesque more bright
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i wish the cameras of the world would fade to a purple puff of smoke
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a vacation without a photograph is just an egg without a yoke
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but the beans grow overnight from the ever present light
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and the bean can match an egg bite for bite
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so think a little longer about the crop you chose to grow
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remember all the mangos with their tiny bits of snow
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and that lady will be waiting to walk with you hand in hand
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across the paradise that used to be this land
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Matty Pop Chart - Thailand Song
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| Kimya Dawson |
