Well the boys from the south play guitar on the porch
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As we surfed in the waves trying not to get scorched by the sun that day
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Man
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We had fun that day
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And at night after dark
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When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
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And I couldn't believe that we soon had to leave
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Sweet Madera
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You know that I'll miss my Madera
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I've got to go back to Madera
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Oh
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Madera
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Ra bum bum bum bum
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Da da day
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And we talked 'round the table until the dawn came
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And then lay in our beds listening to the rain on the tin roof above
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Whispering about love
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As our thoughts drifted off to the sounds of the night
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The clouds opened wide letting in the sweet light
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And we watched the sun rise saying our last goodbyes to
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Madera
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You know that I'll miss my Madera
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I've got to go back to Madera
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Oh
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Oh
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Madera
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Madera
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| Hey Ocean! |
