| I got your letter. |
| Thanks a lot
|
| I’ve been getting lots of sun. |
| And lots of rest. |
| It’s really hot
|
| Days, I dive by the wreck. |
| Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon
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| Always used to wonder who I’d bring to a desert island
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| Days, I remember cities. |
| Nights, I dream about a perfect place
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| Days, I dive by the wreck. |
| Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon
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| Full fathom five thy father lies. |
| Of his bones are coral made
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| Those are pearls that were his eyes. |
| Nothing of him that doth fade
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| But that suffers a sea change. |
| Into something rich and strange
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| And I alone am left to tell the tale
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| Call me Ishmael
|
| I got your letter. |
| Thanks a lot
|
| I’ve been getting lots of sun. |
| And lots of rest. |
| It’s really hot
|
| Always used to wonder who I’d bring to a desert island
|
| Days, I remember rooms. |
| Nights, I swim in the blue lagoon
|
| I saw a plane today. |
| Flying low over the island
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| But my mind was somewhere else
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| And if you ever get this letter. |
| Thinking of you
|
| Love and kisses. |
| Blue Pacific. |
| Signing off |