Santa Maria, can you hear me
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I've got no reason to live
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They say I've been lucky
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But it's all relative
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Won't you make it easy
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I've got to erase all the pain
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They say it's behind me
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But it keeps coming back
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But if you knew, my love
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Then you would see, my love
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Never meant to interfere
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With all your plans
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And if you cannot see
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Why don't you come for me
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And escape me to the world of Politan
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Lo quⓒ la noche se hace
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A la maaana parece
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Policeman, please arrest me
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I'd rather live in a jail
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Than have to stay out here
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Where everything fails
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Won't you give me something
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I'll pay you awfully well
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I will reimburse you
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If you'll just make the deal
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But if you knew, my love
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Then you would see, my love
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Never meant to interfere
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With all your plans
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And if you cannot see
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Why don't you come for me
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And escape me to the world of Politan
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You gotta say, I'm an island in the Pacific
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As Miss O'Day would say, the view's terrific
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The more of the story is a doozy, dizzy parade
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You gotta say, I'm an island, oh, you can't fake it
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No, if everybody knew the way to make it
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The laurel and the glory would be taken, man, I'd be made
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Politan
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| Nellie McKay |
