| She comes from Boston, works at the jewelry store
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| Down in the harbor, where the ferries come to shore
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| She never really knew how good it would feel
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| To finally find herself in a place, so warm and real
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| She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
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| The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
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| In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
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| While they’re talking, she’s from Boston
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| She comes from Boston, talks to her family, now and then
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| Through e-mails and post-cards, she tries to explain to them
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| That education and occupation will have to wait for now
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| She loves the Rosta Reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow
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| She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
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| The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
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| In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
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| While they’re talking, she’s from Boston
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| Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
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| She’s seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand
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| She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
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| The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
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| In all the local bars, she flirts and tells the boys
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| While they’re talking, she’s from Boston
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| She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
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| From Boston
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| She came to this island from Boston |