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In the tropics the macaw flies in the saloons you can hear the bar flies and in the cribs you can hear the baby’s cries Up above far up in the tranquil skies far beyond your soulful eyes who knows where the truth of pure beauty lies who hears your love’s sighs In the tropics where the macaw flies Life unfolds for the fools and the wise and for those who go about in deceitful disguise And you wait in the saloons and by the cribs and in the tropics where the macaw flies You wait for a sign an omen a surprise and life unfolds into a compromise And at long last you realize this is where you belong In the tropics where the macaw flies

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  1. and where it is warm

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