Jamaica

When the world gets too much to carry
And when life becomes too bizarre
And all my friends seem, ordinary
As compared to the rust I found

I can't wait to see the city
Have a drink inside my favourite bar
So if you leave me, it's a pity
Maybe, I'm better of by far

Oh Jamaica hold me
Come let your arms and fold me forever and ever
Someone told me love grows here in Jamaica
Leaving you, how could I ever

As I ran for the ocean ferry
Well I know I said my last goodbyes
And now my life seems, so contrary
As the stars fill the evening sky

Oh
Ohohohohohohohoh

Oh Jamaica hold me
Come let your arms and fold me forever and ever
Someone told me love grows here in Jamaica
Leaving you, how could I ever

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