| 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 there ain’t no batters
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| In Coconut Grove
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| Don’t bar the door
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| There’s no one comin'
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| The ocean’s roar will dull the drummin'
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| Of any city thoughts or city ways
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| The ocean breezes cool my mind
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| The salty days are hers and mine
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| Just to do what we wanna
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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 sun-up
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| It’s all from havin' someone knowin'
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| Just which way your head is blowin'
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| Who’s always warm, like in the mornin'
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| In Coconut Grove
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| In Coconut Grove
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| The ocean breezes cool my mind
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| The salty days are hers and mine
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| To do what we wanna
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| Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours
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| And softly she will speak the stars
|
| Until sun up
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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 there ain’t no batters
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| In Coconut Groove |