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I believe there's magic here in these sails |
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In the wake of these old pirate trails |
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That cut through the water and the atmosphere |
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I believe there is magic here |
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It's in buried treasure under the sea |
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In the music that drifts out on the street |
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It's in the barflies drinking their beer |
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I believe there's magic here |
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This crazy rock has got a lot |
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Of romance and sex appeal |
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It's lazy days with Hemingway |
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And I gotta say that it captures me still |
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'Cause I believe there's magic in those beachside dives |
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Under the moon as it's changing the tides |
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Friends they go away, then they reappear |
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I believe there is magic here |
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This crazy rock has got a lot |
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Of romance and sex appeal |
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It's lazy days with Hemingway |
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And I gotta say that it captures me still |
