I'm packing up my Coppertone and Ray-Bans
Headed out to the edge of dry land
I was down there just last spring
During tourist season
I gotta get back there again
But for a different reason
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It ain't the sailboats out on the water
It ain't the taste of the Pina Coladas
It ain't the fishing I've been missing
All the miles of sand or the ocean view
Oh I'm coming back for you
We're going out of our minds in the moonlight
Tanned bodies tangled all up all night
I remember that gentle breeze
Playing with your long hair
And how you said you'd wait for me
Well by morning I'll be there
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