| It’s in buried treasure under the sea
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| In the music that drifts out on the street
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| It’s in the barflies drinking their beer
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| I believe there’s magic here
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| This crazy rock has got a lot
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| Of romance and sex appeal
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| It’s lazy days with Hemingway
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| And I gotta say that it captures me still
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| 'Cause I believe there’s magic in those beachside dives
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| Under the moon as it’s changing the tides
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| Friends they go away, then they reappear
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| I believe there is magic here
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| This crazy rock has got a lot
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| Of romance and sex appeal
|
| It’s lazy days with Hemingway
|
| And I gotta say that it captures me still
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| 'Cause I believe there’s magic in those beachside dives
|
| Under the moon as it’s changing the tides
|
| Friends they go away, then they reappear
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| I believe there is magic here
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| Friends they go away, then they reappear
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| I believe there is magic
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| A whole lotta magic
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| I believe there is magic here
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| I believe there is magic
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| A whole lotta magic |