When sand's close at hand

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 
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