| On islands high as the sky can go, oh oh
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| The view’s just right and the clouds are just below, oh oh
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| On islands high as the sky can go, oh oh
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| The view’s just right, and you know just what you know, you know
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| Feeling like the weekend, living with no ceilings
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| Tell me what your feeling, love
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| Pine and ginger peeling, summertime healing
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| Time is what we’re stealing, love
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| So tell me what you know about this
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| Look up from your hand what you might miss
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| Living this high turns it all to bliss
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| Sunset glows, feel a sun kiss
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| Just some sunlit kids
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| Some sunlit kids, oh oh oh, oh oh
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| Just some sunlit kids
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| Some sunlit kids, oh oh oh, oh oh
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| On islands low as the earth can go, oh oh
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| The view’s just right and the sand’s between your toes, oh oh
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| On islands low as the earth can go, oh oh
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| The view’s just right and you know just what you know, you know
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| Baby blue persuasion, the sky is what you make it
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| Your stars are always changing, love
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| The views are for the taking, never a vacation
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| Home is where you make it, love
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| So tell me what you know about this
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| Look up from your hand what you might miss
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| Living this low turns it all to bliss
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| Sand so gold, makes us all rich
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| Just some sunlit kids
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| Some sunlit kids, oh oh oh, oh oh
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| Just some sunlit kids
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| Some sunlit kids, oh oh oh, oh oh |