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It's really true how nothin' matters. |
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No mad, mad world and no mad hatters. |
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No one's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters |
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In coconut grove. |
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Don't bar the door |
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There's no one comin'. |
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The ocean's roar will dull the drummin' |
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of any city thoughts or city ways. |
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The ocean breezes cool my mind, |
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The salty days are her's and mine |
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Just to do what we wanna. |
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Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours |
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And softly we will see the stars |
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Until sun up. |
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It's really true how nothin' matters. |
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No mad, mad world and no mad hatters. |
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No one's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters |
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In coconut grove. |
