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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 their ain't no batters in coconut grove |
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Don't bother door, there's no one comin' |
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The oceans roar, were double drummin' |
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Of many silly thoughts and silly ways |
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The ocean breeze has cooled my mind |
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The salty days are her's and mine |
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Just to do what we want to |
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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 from havin' someone knowin' |
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Just which way your head is goin' |
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Who's always warm, like in the mornin' in coconut grove |
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The ocean breeze has cooled my mind |
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The salty days are her's and mine |
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Just to do what we want to |
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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 their ain't no batters in coconut grove |