| It is the sun's personal butter
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| If you're like a roach online
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| On paper, everything went as you hoped
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| You got shoes from a one-man club
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| You can travel to Rhodes
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| And forget this Satan's workplace
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| Pour the rum into the coconut
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| Until the lump inside the mouth eats again
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| And when I say that, I mean me
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| I didn't think the bridge could be completed
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| No oo boat I could row to the sun
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| No sound screaming for help
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| One picture a thousand words
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| One thought a thousand pictures
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| One mind a million thoughts
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| The night is coming and it is autumn black
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| On the island, I can bring it alone
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| The open sea is the sea that strangles me
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| But nothing can be done that way
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| No one can reach my inner world
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| On the island, I can bring it alone
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| The open sea is the sea that strangles me
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| But nothing can be done that way
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| No one can reach my inner world
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| The rest of my life in Capri
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| The villa bathes in the evening brown
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| Also around the taxi
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| Now he arrives and drives quietly
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| But what if the moon were the sun
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| If the pain of the world were eternal pleasure
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| If oltas equal through shells
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| And no peaks in the underwater mountains
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| There are only two kinds of us mortals
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| Every person is either me
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| Or just one of the others
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| And you can never reach
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| Another mental landscape
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| You are an island and others are the sea
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| And the sea cannot be owned
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| One picture a thousand words
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| One thought a thousand pictures
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| One mind a million thoughts
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| The night is coming and it is autumn black
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| On the island, I can bring it alone
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| The open sea is the sea that strangles me
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| But nothing can be done that way
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| No one can reach my inner world
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| On the island, I can bring it alone
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| The open sea is the sea that strangles me
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| But nothing can be done that way
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| No one can reach my inner world
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| Around Okinawa
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Around Okinawa
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| Everything is spinning
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| “But don’t forget that I’m on the island with you
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| You could already give me a name
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| I could be little Toni or something like that
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| Why are you wasting energy on hatred
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| When we could be friends, we are an inseparable couple
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| Maybe my name could be Friday
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| Or is it good, in fairness I could be Tuesday
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| But you do understand to cough
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| My friend" |