| My garden is filled with papayas and mangos
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| My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos
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| Taste for the good life
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| I can’t live it no other way
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| While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
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| That say more than the people who ever sit there
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| From under my lone palm
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| I can look out on the day
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| Where no bird flies by my window
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| No ship is tied to my tree
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| Love is a wave building to a crescendo
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| Ride if you will, ride it with me
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| I knew this girl made of memories and phrases
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| Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages
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| Danced 'til the dawn
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| Wished all her worries away
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| Well she wasn’t crazy, no she wasn’t mad
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| She just wanted the father that she never had
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| From under my lone palm
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| I think about her today
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| Where no bird flies by my window
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| No ship is tied to my tree
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| Love is a wave building to a crescendo
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| Ride if you will, ride it with me
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| We sailed from the port of indecision
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| Young and wild with oh so much to learn
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| Days turned into years
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| As we tried to fool our fears
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| But to the port of indecision I returned
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| My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos
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| My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
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| Come Christmas winds
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| Blow all my worries away
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| Where no bird flies by my window
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| No ship is tied to my tree
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| Love is a wave building to a crescendo
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| Ride if you will, ride it with me
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| Sing if you will, sing to the sea
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| (No bird flies by my window)
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| (No ship is tied to my tree) |