| The hour’s up it’s past eleven
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| We’re breathing and today’s the twelfth
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| Witness for the composition testifying for itself
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| Lost the early contradictions focusing with all intent
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| Coming clean to one another we figure out why we’re been sent
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| Working on our disappearance there’ll be none for all to see
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| Operation Final Clearnce take us where we want to be
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| Time’s arrive to turn it over dream believers come to realise
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| Wishing on a four-leaf clover gets you nothing then the flower dies
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| If you ever move
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| Or ever get out
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| Tell me where to?
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| Why not…
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| Where it’s hot nice and hot but don’t touch the lava
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| (Molten lava)
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| Siren voices singing sun sits high above
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| And with our minds made up we’ll share a cup of steamy java
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| (Steamy java)
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| With a view we know we will come to love
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| We never said we were born and bread home town Hawaiian
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| (We're not Hawaiians)
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| Gonna make it to where sun sits high above
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| They’ll roll the welcome mat out onto this offshore island
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| (Sunny island)
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| With a view down at the ocean spreading the lotion and love
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| Where it’s hot nice and hot but don’t touch the lava
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| (Molten lava)
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| Siren voices singing sun sits high above
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| And with our minds made up we’ll share a cup of steamy java
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| (Steamy java)
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| With a view we know we will come to love |