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E At two fish creek they Acome to meet
E Weathered and edged by the Asummer Bheat
The sun is always in their Beyes
They hold their glasses G#mlike a prEize
E On a clouded fair and gAin they dine
E They're always losing Atrack of Btime
A swampy mangrove paraBdise
They import everyG#mthing that's Enice
E Comfort is a word Ararely heard
E Wages are transAient they Blook
For opportunity to Bgrow
The better times they G#mnever Eshow
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
E By now their dreams have Aall been dreamt
E All of their money Ahas been sBpent
The crashing surf upon the Bground
And no one ever G#mhears a Esound
E A life of middlAing at best
E Put that pro-touch-up Ato a Brest
Was it a choice they do not Bknow
The better times they G#mnever Eshow
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
EParadise is F#mall around
But Bhappiness is never found
EParadise is F#mall around
But Bhappiness is never found
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
E Ooh-F#mooh-ooh, ooh-Booh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
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