| I’m looking at mountain ranges, I’m looking at islands baby
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| Oh archipelago take me
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| I’m looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby
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| I’m getting away from all the—
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
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| I’ll be gone for good, out there with the creatures in the woods
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| And I’ll be understood, make friends with the pagans in the nude
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| I’ll be no different, just a little less interested
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| In all that new world shit, ‘cause there ain’t no new world in the sticks
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| I’m getting on a mountain baby, yeah, I’m thinking of an island maybe
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| Oh archipelago take me
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| I’m looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby
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| I’m getting away from all the—
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
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| I’ll bring a book to read, Crusoe to get me in my theme
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| I’ll bring my heart to break, gonna find some pretty Wiccan thing
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| I’ll bring some chocolate, ain’t no way she could resist
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| I’ll bring my papa’s tricks, ‘cause there ain’t no help line in the sticks
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
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| La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a |