| I saw the east side today
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| I’ve been an ocean slave for so long
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| There’s something that I can’t resist
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| Something in the ocean mist
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| Living anywhere else would be wrong
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| I’ve added it up
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| I can’t get enough
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| I’ve learned to say
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| I’ve been playing it tough
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| There’s plenty to see
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| Optimistically optomisticaly
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| I saw some grinders out the back
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| Perfect little six foot shacks
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| Plenty of lip to crack
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| But we’re gonna break out
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| And see what’s outside our front door
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| Not coming back
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| Until we found what we’re looking for
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| Found what we’re looking for
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| And we’ll meet back here again
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| Till' time rolls over the end
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| And we’ll die in our home town
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| Know I found, know I found
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| And we’ll meet back here again
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| Till' time rolls over the end
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| And we’ll die in our home town
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| Know I found, know I found
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| My way out
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| I saw some smoke coming out the stacks
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| Not another soul around
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| The ocean perfect like glass
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| But that’s not gonna stop us no
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| From leaving the safety of the shore
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| Not coming back
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| Until we found what we’re looking for
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| Found what we’re looking for |