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Artist :Beck
Album :Mutations
Title :

Tropicalia



And all the streetsthey 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 maskan equatorial haze

Into the pasta 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 luckyou're singing funeral songs

To the studsthey'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



Ohand nowyou'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 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





 The Byrds - I Am A Pilgrim
 Clem Snide - Forgive Me Love
 Rush - The Anarchist
 Justin Bieber - One Love
 Rebecca Ferguson - Teach Me How To Be Loved
 Rahsaan Patterson - Crazy
 Chris Brown - Stuck on Stupid
 Slash - No More Heroes
 Rush - Caravan



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