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Your flowing garments are a flare |
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Dragging waves into the shore |
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I know you're stuck out on the island |
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Yeah, we've all been there before |
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For those who carin' when you wept |
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They're only trying hard to help |
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They say you're really nice and dandy |
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Though it's not that hard to tell |
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Your body waving like a flag |
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Feeding waves into the shore |
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Your skin is getting red and sandy |
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But you keep going there for more |
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I know you're still out on the yacht |
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Better wait, I'll be a while |
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I'm finding you are not protected |
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You're still a pretty little child |
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Are you a (?) child (?) |
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The buried treasure, the pirate never (?) to find |
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She's going back |
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She's going back |
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She's going back |
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She's going back |
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Are you a (?) child (?) |
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The buried treasure, the pirate never (?) to find |
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Are you a (?) child (?) |
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The buried treasure, the pirate never (?) to find |
