| As I try to tell this story
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| Of crystal sands and love and glory
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| I am reminded by my new friends
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| Of how it was for me
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| The sun and herbs did rule the day
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| At night we danced till the moon went away
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| I always thought that all was right
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| 'Cause never ever did we fight
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| Everybody smiles and sings
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy, boy
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| Those loving precious hours
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| Sacred as the flowers
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| That seemed to bloom as if by chance
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| An honor to our passing dance
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| I always told her I’m not worthy
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| She would laugh and say don’t worry
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| There ain’t nothing here to prove
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| Ain’t no mountain to be moved
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| Everybody smiles and sings
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy, boy
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| How this sorry state came to be
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| You know it ain’t no mystery
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| A blue eyed boy from 'cross the sea
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| Erased our love and history
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| He bought the land he bought the sand
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| One day she took my hand
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| You know I’ve got to live she said
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| And moved into his flowery bed
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| Everybody smiles and sings
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy, boy
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| I’m standing now by foreign streams
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| Contemplating foreign dreams
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| What was now is now the past
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| Who was first is now outcast
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| I don’t know when but soon, someday
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| She’s gonna let me come back to stay
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| And there beside the turquoise sea
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| My love will be returned to me
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| Everybody smiles and sings
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy
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| Jamaica will break your heart, boy, boy |