| I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
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| No sooner had I ooped it down
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| I felt so far off from the ground I stood on
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| My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings
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| My head was high up in the sky
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| My skin the sun began to fry like bacon
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| And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far
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| And hadn’t they just seen me up on Haleakala
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| I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn’t heard
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| There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III
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| And I’m still smiling
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| Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools
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| Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you’re breaking all the rules
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| You’d better get your clothes on or else there’ll be a row
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| If it wasn’t for my sunstroke I would take you on right now
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| And I’m still smiling
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| I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
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| She entered right in through my heart
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| And now although we’re miles apart
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| I still feel her
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| She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
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| She moves among the fruit and grain
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| You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen |