| She was born in Dakota
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| Where she froze to death each winter
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| But she dreamed about the islands
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| By the fire burning splendour.
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| Almost paradise
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| It was almost real nice.
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| So she moved down on the border
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| With the sunshine but no seaweed
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| Though she could not drink the water
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| Some of the streets were lined with palm trees
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| Almost paradise
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| It was almost real nice.
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Electric fan on the table
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| Shower is her waterfall
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| She may never have Jamaica
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| But in her mind she has it all.
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| And it was almost Jamaica
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| Almost paradise
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| It was almost real nice.
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| She loved their hurricane warnings
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| And the tropical breeze
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| She loves coconuts and love songs
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| With a little reggae breeze.
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| It was almost Jamaica
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| Almost paradise
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| It was almost Jamaica
|
| It was almost real nice.
|
| --- Instrumental ---
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| It was almost Jamaica
|
| Almost paradise
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| It was almost real nice.
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| Almost paradise
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| It was almost real nice.
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| Almost paradise
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| It was almost real nice.
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| Almost paradise
|
| It was almost Jamaica
|
| It was almost real nice… |