They named it the rock, land of the living dead
A repose for the rich and famous
All the infamous would tell each other's lies
Why did they want to tell the truth

On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds blow

Most were poets and they wrote in basic prose
On the walls of their sunset blvd.
In their nine by five rooms, became inspired
By the silence in sight of the city

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On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds blow
Just across the bay
Battered by the waves

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Key change
Two Sailawena's

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