through the alleyways
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to cool off in the shadows
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then into the street
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following the water
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there's a bearded man
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paddling in his canoe
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looks as if he has
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come all the way from
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the cayman islands
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these canals it seems
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they all go in circles
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places look the same
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and we're the only difference
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wind is in your hair
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it's covering my view I'm
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holding on to you
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on a bike we've hired
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until tomorrow
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if only they could see
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if only they had been here
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they would understand
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how someone could have chosen
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to go the length I've gone
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to spend just one day riding
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holding on to you
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I never thought it
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would be this clear
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