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Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go |
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when the volcano blow. |
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Let me say it now, |
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I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go |
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when the volcano blow. |
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Ground, she movin' under me. |
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Tidal waves out on the sea. |
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Sulphur smoke up in the sky. |
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Pretty soon we learn to fly |
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[Chorus:] |
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Let me hear you, now |
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I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go |
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when the volcano blow. |
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Let me hear you now. |
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I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go |
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when the volcano blow. |
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My girl quickly say to me, |
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"Mon you better watch your feet." |
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Lava come down soft and hot. |
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"You better lava me now or lava me not. |
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[Chorus] |
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No time to count what I'm worth, |
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cause I just left the planet Earth. |
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Where I go I hope there's rum. |
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Not to worry mon soon come. |
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[Chorus] |
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But I don't want to land in New York City, |
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I don't want to land in Mexico. |
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I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island; |
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I don't want to see my skin a-glow. |
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Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park, |
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or in Nashville, Tennessee. |
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I don't want to land in no San Juan airport or |
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the Yukon Territory. |
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Don't want to land no San Diego. |
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Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay. |
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I don't want to land on no Ayatolla. |
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I got nothin' more to say. |
