| Yeah we laid down in the sand
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| You took my clothes off with your hands
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| I gotta say you look real pretty
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| All the way from New York City
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| And the sunlight in your eyes
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| Pins and needles
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| No surprise
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| And the moon shines in your hair
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| Can you believe it we’re really here
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| And it’s all handled
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| You close your eyes and count to ten
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| Don’t swallow any seaweed
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| You either diggin' on your tan
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| Talking 'bout talking from within
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| Talking 'bout how you wanna live
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| We call it metamorphosis
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| Yeah this is metamorphosis
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| And the sunlight in your eyes
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| Pins and needles no surprise
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| And the moon shines in your hair
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| Can you believe it we’re really here
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| And it’s all handled
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| You close your eyes and count to ten
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| Don’t swallow any seaweed
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| Or if you do you’re starting again oh |