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It's really true, how nothin' matters,
No mad, mad world, and no mad hatters,
No one's pitchin', 'cause there ain't no batters,
In coconut grove.
Don't bar the door, there's no one comin',
The ocean's roar, will dull the drummin',
Of any city thoughts and city ways.
The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.
It's all in having someone knowin',
Just which way your head is blowin',
It's always warm like in the mornin',
In coconut grove.
The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine,
Just to do what we wanna.
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours,
And softly she will speak the stars,
Until sunup.
It's really true, how nothin' matters,
No mad, mad world, and no mad hatters,
No one's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters,
In coconut grove
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