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You're up state, up late, and city fed I'm a California label From the top of my head. Forever, ah See a lot of open sky When the sun goes down There's a hot, lot of loving when you come Around, to free me, ah In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail Bare foot, coconut and supermild Jamaica take a look At your own child Forget not Brian Wilson songs are never left behind Don't you worry baby, You're a friend of mine For so long From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah All those letters mailed, from a Boat to sail, away ah We are riding in a boat to sail We are riding in a boat to sail
