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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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Noone's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters |
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In Coconut Groove |
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Don't bar the door, 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 and city ways |
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The ocean breezes cool my mind |
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The salty days are hers and mine |
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To do what we wanna |
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Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours |
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And softly she will speak the stars |
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Until sunup |
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It's all from havin' someone knowin' |
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Just which way your head is goin' |
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Who's always warm, like in the mornin' |
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In Coconut Groove |
