The Tourist

I walked through a foreign land

A man offered to sell me a gun

I said "no sir"

 

I walked through a foreign land

A woman offered me a jewel for my bullets

I said "no ma'am"

 

I walked across a desert

I am from the jungle

I cannot understand the desert's beauty

Because I am from the jungle

A man, a woman, and a desert have one thing in common...

 

I am a Tourist to them all

 

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