| Most people live on a lonely island,
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| Lost in the middle of a foggy sea.
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| Most people long for another island,
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| One where they know they will like to be.
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| Bali Ha’I may call you,
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| Any night, any day,
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| In your heart, you’ll hear it call you:
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| «Come away… Come away.»
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| Bali Ha’I will whisper
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| In the wind of the sea:
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| «Here am I, your special island!
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| Come to me, come to me!»
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| Your own special hopes,
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| Your own special dreams,
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| Bloom on the hillside
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| And shine in the streams.
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| If you try, you’ll find me Where the sky meets the sea.
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| «Here am I your special island
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| Come to me, Come to me.»
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| Bali Ha’I,
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| Bali Ha’I,
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| Bali Ha’I!
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| Someday you’ll see me floatin' in the sunshine,
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| My head stickin' out from a low fluin' cloud,
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| You’ll hear me call you,
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| Singin' through the sunshine,
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| Sweet and clear as can be:
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| «Come to me, here am I, come to me.»
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| If you try, you’ll find me Where the sky meets the sea.
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| «Here am I your special island
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| Come to me, Come to me.»
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| Bali Ha’I,
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| Bali Ha’I,
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| Bali Ha’I! |