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