oh we kissed only once,
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in your stripped out apartment,
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You sold your furniture,
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so we kissed on the carpet.
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it¡¯s like a whaling ship
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oh, is being on tour you know,
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next day you gotta set sail
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in your 350 Ford
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you were my fiji,
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o believe me
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those hours with you they
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only expand
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o you, you were my fiji
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o believe me
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but I fell in love with
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somebody else¡¯s sand
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somebody else¡¯s dry land
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you¡¯re a stripper now,
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in new orleans
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fucking whale sank my van and
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took my shipmates into the sea.
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You Were My Fuji
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| John Vanderslice |
