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There is a storm over St. Lucia |
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We've been watching the boats and we're sure they know something we don't |
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How the bar staff talk of magic, something greater and romantic |
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And the cab drivers swear as the lightning splits at the sky |
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And all our friends are tour guides |
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We cut deals with the natives |
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Yes, yes, me and her I guess we're kinda the same |
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(So face the efforts of ?) |
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Both fell out of grace and afterparty shame |
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We get gracious when we can |
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(Gracious hospitality) |
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Let's talk about taxis |
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(We talked about taxis, we talked about coming back) |
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Who's watching the coast? |
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Who's watching the coast? |
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Who's watching the coast, and who's watching you? |
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We should have stayed in touch |
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For when we ran out of luck |
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We should have stayed in touch |
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There is a storm over St. Lucia |
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The streets are still warm but the spotlights are baiting the clouds |
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Oh, the air's cool in this taxi |
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I let the city-stain slide past me |
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3 hours sleep and we talk about going home |
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And all our friends are tour guides |
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We cut deals with the natives |
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Yes, yes, me and her I guess we're kinda the same |
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Drowned our losses with inheritance claims |
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(Drown our losses) |
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Now we're less careless where we stand |
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(Less careless where we stand) |
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Explicit examples to use up yr life while you can |
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Who's watching the coast? |
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Who's watching the coast? |
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Who's watching the coast, and who's watching you? |
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We should have stayed in touch |
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For when we ran out of luck |
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We should have stayed in touch |
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He's half asleep for you |
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He's half asleep for you |
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He's half asleep for you |
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Half asleep... |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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He's half asleep for you |
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Some summers, some summers |
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I'm not done holding hope in my hands |
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He's half asleep for you |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers |
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Some summers, some summers get crazy |
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Some summers are all over the place, oh god |
