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Almost Jamaica
She was born in Dakota,
where she froze to death
each winter
But she dreamed
about the islands,
by the fire burning splendour
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
So she moved down
on the border,
with the sunshine
but no seaweed
Though she could not
drink the water,
some of the streets
were lined with palm trees
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
Electric fan on the table,
shower is her waterfall
She may never have Jamaica,
but in her mind she has it all
And it was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
She loved
their hurricane warnings,
and the tropical breeze
She loves coconuts
and love songs,
with a little reggae breeze
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
It was almost Jamaica,
almost paradise
It was almost Jamaica,
it was almost real nice
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Created September 26, 2008
updated: May 21, 2019
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