Tropicalia |
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Tropicalia Lyrics |
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 Oh when they beatUpon a broken guitar And on the streets They reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask An equatorial haze Into the past A colonial maze Where there`s no more confetti to throw You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted You`re out of luck You`re singing funeral songs To the studs They`re anabolic and bronze They seem to strut In their millennial fogs `til they fall down and deflate You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh and now you`ve had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It`s burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind I see them rise and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You wouldn`t know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn`t sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be a victim |
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