| It’s really true how nothin' matters
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| No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
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| No one’s pitchin' 'cause their ain’t no batters in coconut grove
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| Don’t bother door, there’s no one comin'
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| The oceans roar, were double drummin'
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| Of many silly thoughts and silly ways
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| The ocean breeze has cooled my mind
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| The salty days are her’s and mine
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| Just to do what we want to Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours
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| And softly she will speak the stars
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| Until sunup
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| It’s all from havin' someone knowin'
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| Just which way your head is goin'
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| Who’s always warm, like in the mornin' in coconut grove
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| The ocean breeze has cooled my mind
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| The salty days are her’s and mine
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| Just to do what we want to Tonight we’ll find a dune that’s ours
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| And softly she will speak the stars
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| Until sunup
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| It’s really true how nothin' matters
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| No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
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| No one’s pitchin' 'cause their ain’t no batters in coconut grove |