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I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say? |
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My mind was drifting off on martinique bay. |
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It's not that i'm not interested, you see; |
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Augusta, georgia is just no place to be. |
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I think jamaican in the moonlight. |
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Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
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We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
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We'll split the difference, go to coconut grove. |
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Keep on talking, mama, i can hear |
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Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear. |
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I feel a tropical vacation this year, |
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Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear. |
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I think jamaican in the moonlight. |
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Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
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We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
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We'll split the difference, go to coconut grove. |
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Voila! an american dream. |
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Well, we can travel girl, without any means. |
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When it's as easy as closing your eyes |
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And dream jamaica is a big neon sign. |
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Just keep talking, mama, i like that sound. |
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It goes so easy with that rain falling down. |
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I think a tropical vacation this year, |
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Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear. |
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Voila! an american dream. |
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Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any means. |
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When it's as easy as closing your eyes |
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And dream jamaica is a big neon sign. |
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Just think jamaican in the moonlight. |
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Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night. |
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We got no money, mama, but we can go; |
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We'll split the difference, go to coconut grove. |
