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It's the sun, it's the sun that's making me smile
Fell asleep in the warm, warm sand
I don't think I ever want to wake up again
Wake up
Carried by ultraviolet waves and very ugly transparent dolphins
To an island floating meters above the sea
I am greeted by a large green crab
He is bent on self-destruction or my destruction
Comfortable with this, I begin to inch my way towards those
Fires of Peril that double as flotation devices
And I paddle my way back out to the ultraviolet sea
And sink down to my place
I raise with age, dressed like maids
Come eat later, raged
Stayed up all night at bars
Had dinner with the sharks
Woke up with whiskey farts
I pressed the valet twice
Had to cross the single lines
And still I go again
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