| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| All alone with a jug of rum
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| Sittin’waiting for the boat to come
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| Along the line they quietly dock
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| The boat she’s late since twelve o-clock
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| And watch the tides come breezing in Below the moon but high they went
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Still all alone, I open a rum
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| I wonder when the boat should come
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| American girl comes back to me We sail away across the sea
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| The dock in New York, the building is high
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| We’ll find a home up in the sky
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Still all alone, sipping on a rum
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| Still wonder when the boat should come
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| And bring my love, oh sweet little thing
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| She rocks 'n'rolls, she can dance and sing
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| She holds me tight, and she touches my lips
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| I had the clothes, and my heart she flips
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon
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| Havana moon |