| Twenty- six miles across the sea
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| Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
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| Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance
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| Water all around it everywhere
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| Tropical trees and the salty air
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| But for me the thing that’s a-waitin' there-romance
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| It seems so distant, twenty-six miles away
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| Restin' in the water serene
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| I’d work for anyone, even the Navy
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| Who would float me to my island dream
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| Twenty- six miles, so near yet far
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| I’d swim with just some water-wings and my guitar
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| I could leave the wings but I’ll need the guitar for romance, romance, romance,
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| romance
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| Twenty- six miles across the sea
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| Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
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| Santa Catalina, the island of romance
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| A tropical heaven out in the ocean
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| Covered with trees and girls
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| If I have to swim, I’ll do it forever
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| Till I’m gazin' on those island pearls
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| Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat
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| Any old thing that’ll stay afloat
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| When we arrive we’ll all promote romance, romance, romance, romance
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| Twenty- six miles across the sea
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| Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
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| Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance
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| Twenty- six miles across the sea
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| Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me |