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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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***"Almost Jamaica"*** by Bellamy Brothers

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Created September 26, 2008