I wish air clouds could hold me up
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Like I thought as a child, growing up
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I wish I could sound
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Soothing as the rainfall
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But I am only, a drop from the storm
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Feel like a tourist out in the country
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Once this whole world was all countryside
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Feel like a tourist in the big city
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Soon I will simply evaporate
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The streams up north
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The drums down south
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They take across afghanistan
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A long time ago
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You're shuffling your feet into the next dimension
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Soon skyscrapers, will be everywhere
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I feel like a tourist lost in the suburbs
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Soon our whole world will be up in sprawl
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Feel like a lover along the ocean
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Feel like a teardrop streaming off your chin
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Some will bet against you
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Try even to prevent you
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But not many can stop you man
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If you got a perfect plan
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Can they possibly try
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Demand to know why
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They would bow to you
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In this sad thousand generations
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Feel like a tourist out in the desert
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Somehow it feels like the devil's breath
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Feel like a tourist out in this swampland
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This world is just of water and land
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Everywhere I go are the tourists
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But if you stay with me I'll always be around
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Tourist
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Julian Casablancas |