| Somewhere on a South Pacific island
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| Sits a young man staring at the surf.
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| His native girlfriend died a death quite violent
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| A tribal sacrifice made to the earth.
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| She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue.
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| A chief’s daughter, Leilani was her name.
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| She and her young man made a handsome two
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| But lava tore them both apart again.
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| Leilani, don’t go to the volcano (he'd say).
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| They were saving for a little hut,
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| She collected sea-shells every day.
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| Everynight they’d share a cigarette
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| But The ancient, angry gods got in the way.
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| Leilani, don’t go to the volcano (he'd plead).
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| (CEREMONY:)
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| Katoomba, Hey! |
| Macumbah, Ho!
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| Umgawah! |
| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey-eh! |
| Ah…
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| Leilani — crula-bula-ulladulla-wok-a-tai
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| Aba-laba-laba, Hut!
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| Leilani-nevageta-huta-tera-cota-tile
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| Aba-laba-laba Hut!
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| Umgawah!!!
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| Still the young man sits upon the beach,
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| He’s staring misty-eyed out into space.
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| He’s thinking about his girlfriend (of late, deceased),
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| At least her death had purpose; |
| now his life is a waste!
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| Leilani, don’t go to the volcano (he'd beg her) |