They named it the rock, land of the living dead
A repose for the rich and famous
And though the infamous would tell each others' lies
Why did they want to tell the truth?
(Sail away, love)
On the island in the sun
(Sail away, love)
Cool Pacific winds blow
(Sail away love)
Most were poets, and they wrote in basic prose
On the walls of their Sunset Blvd.
In their nine by five foot rooms, became inspired
By the silence inside of the city
(Sail away, love)
On the island in the sun
(Sail away, love)
Cool Pacific winds blow
(Sail away, love)
Just across the bay
(Sail away, love)
Battered by the waves
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
On the island in the sun
(Sail away, love)
Cool Pacific winds blow
(Sail away, love)
Just across the bay
(Sail away, love)
Battered by the waves
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
On the island in the sun
(Sail away, love)
Cool Pacific winds blow
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
(Sail away, love)
On an island in the sun
(Sail away, love)
Cool Pacific winds blow

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