Seagulls are flying so low Listening to Jamaica on my radio Sittin on the dock of the blue lagoon Watching the fishermen pull and shout Trying so hard just to figure it out Oh honey, whyd you have to leave me so soon? Shes gone to live up on the mountain To the ice and the snow And a life that I dont understand Lord, Im dying here on the island With my toes in the sea And my heart stuck in the sand Night will come to me again Big yellow moon my only friend God Ive killed and survived another day I need your blue eyes and curls that shine Someday Im going to make that climb Sweet Ernest did you ever feel this Hemingway Shes gone to live up on the mountain To the ice and the snow And a life that I dont understand Lord, Im dying here on the island With my toes in the sea And my heart stuck in the sand Shes gone to live up on the mountain To the ice and the snow And a life that I dont understand Lord, Im dying here on the island With my toes in the sea And my heart stuck in the sand With my toes in the sea And my heart stuck in the sand
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