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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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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 |