A brown-skin girl wipes the suit from her window
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Just to watch the sun rise over big city skies
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Her falther awakes "Cuffs" lights his first cigarette
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You know he's got to go when that factory whistle blows
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So he walks out into the streets
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And all of his friends that he meets
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Wonder why did they ever leave their sunny island
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The wind blows cold with it brings the snows
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You live in hand to mouth next winter you move South
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If your number falls or if you work those extra hours
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But you only live in a dream
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That carries you back on its wings
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And all your friends just sit around the bar
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And sing about your sunny island
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And there ain't no surf
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It's the sidewalks on 42nd street
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And the natives down there
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They ain't so friendly
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In fact they would stick you
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For the shoes on your feet
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Just make you want to retreat
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To your sunny island
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The traffic eats the streets you're running from the heat
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That keeps coming down pushing you into the ground
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You're learning far too late your children learn to hate
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The way you live but you got nomore to give
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And in dockland they still arrive
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With promised land in their eyes
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And you just wish you could live out your life
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On your sunny island
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And there ain't no surf
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It's the sidewalks on 42nd street
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And the natives down there
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They ain't so friendly
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In fact they would stick you
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For the shoes on your feet
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Just make you want to retreat
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To your sunny island
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My Sunny Island
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Dan McCaferty |