| We built forever at home, forever ain’t true
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| On this dinosaur island of green, the sky’s always blue
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| For now we could stay here, far from the power line hum
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| For now we could lay here, let the sand cook our skin in the sun
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| In Hanalei
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| We could stay
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| We could sell anything that isn’t nailed down
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| In Hanalei
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| We could say
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| We could say the hell with forever and be here together right now
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| Sunset just came and then went, now a fingernail moon
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| Packed up and ready to roll, but the flight ain’t till noon
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| For now we could stay here, far from the power line hum
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| For now we could lay here, let the sand cook our skin in the sun
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| In Hanalei
|
| We could stay
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| We could sell anything that isn’t nailed down
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| In Hanalei
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| We could say
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| We could say the hell with forever and be here together right now
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| If we leave now, do we risk breaking the spell?
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| Can we stay here away from the maddening carousel?
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| In Hanalei
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| We could stay
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| Let’s just sell anything that isn’t nailed down
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| In Hanalei
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| We could stay
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| In Hanalei
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| In Hanalei
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| We could stay
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| Let’s just sell anything that isn’t nailed down
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| In Hanalei
|
| We could stay
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| We could say the hell with forever
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| And be here together right now
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| We built forever at home, forever ain’t true |