| High above the border town
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| I can see the golden ground (ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| If I wasn’t looking down
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| I might have lost you in the miles
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| Ocean blue and foaming white
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| Surround the body of my flight (ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| As I flew out of sight
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| You were turning in the stiles
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| And I know what it means to you
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| And I know what it means to me
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| And I know how it feels to be
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| Burned by the sun, the sun
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| I love the sun
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| Now I’m sleeping on the sand
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| Of an unfamiliar land (ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| And I’m dreaming up a plan
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| To get you on the breeze
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| And I’m staring at the speck
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| Of the map laid on the deck (ah, ah, ah, ah)
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| It’s time to make a trek
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| On forgiving seas
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| And I know what it means to you
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| And I know what it means to me
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| And I know how it feels to be
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| Burned by the sun, the sun
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| I love the sun
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| And I know what it means to you (I know what it means to you)
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| And I know what it means to me
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| And I know we all wanna be
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| Burned by the sun |