| It’s the sun. |
| it’s the sun that’s making me smile
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| Fell asleep in the warm, warm sand
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| I don’t think I ever wanna awake up again
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| Wake up
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| Carried by the ultraviolet waves and very ugly transparent dolphins
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| To an island floating meters above the sea
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| I am greeted by the lime green crab
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| He is bent on self destruction., on my destruction
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| Uncomfortable with his statements
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| I inch my way towards those fart soaked pillows
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| That double as floatation devices
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| And paddle my way back out to the ultraviolet sea
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| I sink down to my friends
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| Mermaids with aids dressed like maids
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| Got me laid, raged, stayed up all night at bars
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| Had dinner with the sharks
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| Woke up with whiskey farts
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| I broke the mermaids hearts
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| Didn’t bounce a single narc
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| And still id go again |