| Midnight on the water
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| I saw the ocean’s daughter
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| Walking on a wave chicane
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| Staring as she called my name
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| And I can’t get it out of my head
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| No, I can’t get it out of my head
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| Now my old world is gone for dead
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| 'Cause I can’t get it out of my head, no, no
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| Breakdown on the shoreline
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| Can’t move, it’s an ebb tide
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| Morning don’t get here till night
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| Searching for her silver light
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| And I can’t get it out of my head
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| No, I can’t get it out of my head
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| Now my old world is gone for dead
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| 'Cause I can’t get it out of my head, no no
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| Bank job in the city
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| Robin Hood and William Tell
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| And Ivanhoe and Lancelot:
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| They don’t envy me
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| Sitting till the sun goes down
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| In dreams the world keep going round and round
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| And I can’t get it out of my head
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| No, I can’t get it out of my head
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| Now my old world is gone for dead
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| 'Cause I can’t get it out of my head, oh no
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| Oh I can’t get it out of my head
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| No, I can’t get it out of my head
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| Now my old world is gone for dead
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| 'Cause I can’t get it out of my head, oh no; |
| no, no |