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Been and seen down flight from chicago
All aboard the african queen
I am on a night boat down to cairo
Feeling like a tourist with a foreign man abroad
Tells it like he thinks it is, but I know he is fraud
There is a map tucked under his shoulder
And a cap perched on his head
If he looked any older, he might as well be dead
Dressed in army surplus the files around me swarm
On a mission without a purpose, I wish I’d never been born
By the light of a pale moon - tutankhamen
Half past high noon - tutankhamen
Put you in the picture - 1884
I’m up to date on the literature
But I have never been here before
There is a black boy on the corner trailing me behind
Stalking like a vulture money on his mind
In the shadow of the giant sphinx the archeological tale
Before the eastern sun sinks I’ll be learning braille
By the light of a pale moon - tutankhamen
Half past high noon - tutankhamen
They are playing our tune - tutankhamen
Half past high noon - tutankhamen
By the light of a, light of a pale moon - tutankhamen
Half past high noon - tutankhamen
By the light of a pale moon - tutankhamen
Half past high noon - tutankhamen
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