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and the sea is touching me,&#13;
I feel much happier&#13;
than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by&#13;
and I'm floating in the sky.&#13;
And I wish you could be,&#13;
wish you could be here.&#13;
&#13;
And if you're free, follow me&#13;
throw a pebble in my sea.&#13;
The sun will wrap you up&#13;
in a pool of gold, and lights in the night&#13;
in the night reaching neon waves of sight.&#13;
&#13;
But&#13;
I wish you could be,&#13;
wish you could be,&#13;
wish you could be here.&#13;
&#13;
The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting&#13;
on the corner. Take a trip out here.&#13;
Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss&#13;
will greet you if you stay there.&#13;
I'm without a care.&#13;
&#13;
Fresh fruit and sea fish,&#13;
are in abundance here.&#13;
But they don't allow&#13;
the natives at your door&#13;
selling booze&#13;
smuggled from another shore.&#13;
&#13;
And&#13;
chorus&#13;
&#13;
verse 3&#13;
&#13;
verse 4&#13;
&#13;
chorus&#13;
&#13;
Postcard, postcard, postcard.&#13;
&#13;
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