| Well, I came to on the beach
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| Somebody pushing up and down on my chest
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| I was coughing salty water
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| Up above me, Leah looking mighty distressed
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| She said, «Baby, you’re so lucky
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| You nearly went to your final rest»
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| Well, my hand was clenched
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| I was still holding that pearl so tight
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| When they prised my fingers open
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| Leah’s dark eyes opened up so wide
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| I heard her say, «I love you, baby
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| Oh, my heart is nearly bursting my side»
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| Leah, Leah
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| Leah
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| Leah
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| Now Leah’s really mine
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| We got a hut and a boat by the sea
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| And every Saturday night
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| She wears that pearl for everybody to see
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| She says, «This is my man
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| Look at what he did for me»
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| Leah, Leah
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| Leah
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| Leah
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| Now I’m working in the cannery
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| Hosing down the floor for her old man
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| And I’m hoping I get used to it
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| 'Cause Leah’s got a ten year plan
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| She’s hidden my snorkel
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| Says I’m never going diving again
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| Leah, Leah
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| Leah
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| Leah
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| Leah, Leah |