John Cale – Caribbean Sunset (Guitar)

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She said no, but she meant maybe;

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She said she "wasn't that type of girl."

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When she'd done wrong, she'd never admit it,

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And I had empty pockets to prove it.

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She was just like a foreign language,

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That you've learned but never understood.

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She said "words, just didn't matter,"

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But when she needed them they always would.

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Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean Sunset.

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Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean Sunset

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Caribbean, Caribbean, Sunset.

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Caribbean, Caribbean, Sunset.

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She'd rather sleep in the streets at night,

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Or she'd rather not sleep at all.

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She's not so sure of her friends these days,

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Not sure of anything at all...