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When sand's close at hand And the sea is touching me, I feel much happier Than I've ever felt. and a long time goes by And I'm floating in the sky. And I wish you could be, Wish you could be here. And if you're free, follow me Throw a pebble in my sea. The sun will wrap you up In a pool of gold, and lights in the night In the night reaching neon waves of sight. But I wish you could be, Wish you could be, Wish you could be here. The sun, the sand, the sea are waiting On the corner. Take a trip out here. Hustle, bustle, shove and fuss Will greet you if you stay there. I'm without a care. Fresh fruit and sea fish, Are in abundance here. But they don't allow The natives at your door Selling booze Smuggled from another shore. And Postcard, postcard, postcard.