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Don't bother me with your customs cards
i got nothing from abroad
no romance, no precious stones
no sexy stories to take home
I went to cairo
i went to spain
i swam across the magellan strait
i looked for love
and all i got was this lousy t-shirt
I've got nothing to declare
except my loneliness
i've got nothing to declare
n-o-t-h-i-n-g
nothing of value here
Do your strip search, call your dogs
spread my legs against the wall
search my bags, check my soul
my total value is zero
I went to tokyo
i went to spain
i walked across the african plains
i looked for love
and all i got was this lousy t-shirt
I've got nothing to declare
except my loneliness
i've got nothing to declare
n-o-t-h-i-n-g
no fruit, no plants, no animals
no currency, no thing commercial
i've got nothing to declare
nothing of value here
I'm a failed explorer with empty hands
a don quixote with jet lag
I've got nothing to declare
except my love not used
i've got nothing to declare
n-o-t-h-i-n-g
no fruit, no plants, no animals
no currency, no thing commercial
i've got nothing to declare
nothing of value here