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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, 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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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 she will speak the stars, |
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Until sunup. |
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It's all in having someone knowin', |
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Just which way your head is blowin', |
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It's always warm like in the mornin', |
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In coconut grove. |
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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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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 she will speak the stars, |
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Until sunup. |
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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 |
