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Lyrics:
He'll take the money and the food that's in your hand But you have to understand that he's a dreamer Living my life within a mile you could believe This place turns honest men into thieves And I could see it in his eyes He was the type To sail off in the night I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
He'll trade your loving for the things he's never seen The places he has never been Oh, but remember he is just a good pretender And he doesn't give his love away for free And I could see it in his eyes He was the type To sail off in the night I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer I met him through a dancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer A tropical chancer Didn't know he was a tropical chancer
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