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Oh Waikiki, what's left for me?
Your buildings dwarf your palm trees
Pigeons patter on the roof
America has stolen your truth

I want to see what's underneath
This holiday town
I want to know the air I breathe
Ain't polluted from the ground

Nature isn't what it was,
Yet folks like me still are drawn
To fantasies of waters clear
And images on souvenirs.

I want to see a hula girl
Shake it for all she's got.
I want some authenticity
To justify this stop

But there's a little truth
Of which I'm aware
I took a plane to get me here
I ain't no better than the rest
Just another casualty at best

Oh so Waikiki, please forgive me
I'll try to tread lightly
It's just a stopover
Just a couple of nights
I'll be off again on tomorrow's flight

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