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(Off shore) Either sink or swim
(I saw) What kind of boat I?m in
(Much more) Although I can?t forget you
The light is growing dim

Feet are
I come from the salt water people 
We always live by the sea 
They say home is where you find it 
Will this place ever satisfy me?

N’ my island
there's a world waiting 
I'll take it all by storm 
And when the sunset finds me 
I'm coming home 

Taking islands in Africa 
Watch the slow boat hit
(Off shore) Either sink or swim
(I saw) What kind of boat I?m in
(Much more) Although I can?t forget you
The light is growing dim

Feet are
many different colored boats I see
Are all leaky, lonely and driftin'
Just like me

And the tide come in and the tide go out
I spy no island rock
(Off shore) Either sink or swim
(I saw) What kind of boat I?m in
(Much more) Although I can?t forget you
The light is growing dim

Feet are
ROSALIA 
Puerto Rico, 
You lovely island . . . 
Island of tropical breezes. 
Always the pineapples growing, 
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
disrespect of privacy
It amazes me

[Chorus]

I'm an island
Can't you understand me?
I'm an island?
And I'm finally by myself, the way I've got to be
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
ROSALIA 
Puerto Rico, 
You lovely island . . . 
Island of tropical breezes. 
Always the pineapples growing, 
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
ROSALIA 
Puerto Rico, 
You lovely island . . . 
Island of tropical breezes. 
Always the pineapples growing, 
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
We sailed on a fishing-boat
between these two shores
the Island of Lovers
and the Island of Whores

You at the helm getting
soaked to the skin
the boat
I'm gonna search every place till I reach zero

Going back to New York city
You might be by those Asian trees
I'm heading back to New York city
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
the boat
Don't sink, float
Rock, hey, rock the boat
Don't sink, float

I like writing rhymes but I'm not supposed to
Writing rhymes, not what fair skin
Crazy on a ship of fools
Turn this boat around back to my loving ground 
Oh no, oh no
Who claims that no man is an island
While I land up in jeopardy
And the bullets flying.
I like the island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Girls sans Rosalia:
I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
ROSALIA 
Puerto Rico, 
You lovely island . . . 
Island of tropical breezes. 
Always the pineapples growing, 
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
stone

Take us far away
To an island where she can't be swayed
By another man's embrace 

There's a peace that I've always found
In a lonesome
In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island
Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea
He built his own boat and made his own cabin
gone down
That lonely road
But it won't be long until I'm coming home

Another ticket, another town
These lonely miles, they just take me down
when there's nothing in our way 

I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean
I'm an island
Can't you understand me? I'm an island
And I'm finally by myself
The way I've got to be

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