6.10.08

Coconut Grove...


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It's really true how nothing matters.

No mad, mad world, and no mad hatters.
No one is pitching cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Groove...

Don't bar the door, there's no one coming.
The ocean's roar will dull the drumming
of any city thoughts and city ways...

The ocean breezes cool my mind,
The salty days are hers and mine to do what we wanna...

Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak the stars until sunup...

It's all from having someone knowing
just which way your head is going.
Who's always warm, like in the morning
in Coconut Groove...

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