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Tropicalia

Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar

And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms

The embassies lie in hideous shards

Where tourists snore and decayWhen 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 throwYou wouldn't know what to say to yourself

Love is a poverty you couldn't sell

Misery waits in vague hotels

To be evictedYou'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 deflateYou wouldn't know what to say to yourself

Love is a poverty you couldn't sell

Misery waits in vague hotels

To be evictedOh, 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'll see them rise and fall

Into the jaws of a pestilent loveYou 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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