| She looked up, she saw him
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| 'Twas understood
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| And then he felt the warm blood
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| They found it so good to be here
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| On the southern coast of a tawny stare
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| Living in the heat of a longing glare
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| In the land of the suntan eyes
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| That’s when
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| They wandered off to the English pub
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| Sombrero Irish their travel club
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| She said that someday I’ll travel too
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| I’m coming here to practice on your native tongue
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| He said play me a fountain, that’s another one
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| In the land of the suntan eyes
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| That’s when
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| Tonight he’s not dreamin'
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| Of the hills of Johnny Roll
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| From his balcony their laughter is descending
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| On the curbs of the seafront
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| Where the lovely Irish go
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| In search of the blond and the blue
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| Please help me Tony
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| You know it’s true
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| The crazy pleasure I’ll give to you
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| I have to get out of this country soon
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| But her face, it fell when she heard him say
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| Tomorrow as the man says is another day
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| He woke up sweaty
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| But she had gone
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| It’s just as well I am movin' on
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| His face had twisted into a rage
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| Gone was his closest passionate shoes
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| All that she left was his tape of U2
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| In the land of the suntan eyes
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| That’s when
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| That’s when you get sunburned
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| Tonight he’s not dreamin'
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| Of his girl, she passed away
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| He’s flying home across the aging ocean
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| By his sad black sombrero
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| And diamond in the hearse
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| And the pleasures of the duty-free |