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I think there’s got to be a better place for me.
A place where I can just relax beside the sea.
A place where I can have a life that’s worry-free.
And now I think I know just where that place would be.
It must be nice to live the island way.
Nothing to do but contemplate all day.
I don’t need much, just a shack beside the shore,
A case of beer, and nothing more.
It must be nice to feel the ocean breeze.
It cools your skin and whispers in the trees.
Just sling a hammock on the porch in the shade,
And maybe strum a serenade.
It must be nice sitting on the beach,
Toes in the sand, and a daiquiri in reach.
I don’t know if I will ever see my dream come true.
But dreaming’s still a pleasant thing to do.
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