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I wake and the sun has returned |
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Trees with their majesty back |
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I walk down to the sea |
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Yeah, I'll borrow some wax |
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I can sit out here like a teabag |
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No more exercise for me |
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Now I've made it out the back |
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Breathing in the colors |
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The blue was resting up for today |
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While it was kicking back |
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They were glass-blowing these waves |
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Its how the gum trees |
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Are stamped into the sky |
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I could be eight years old |
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With these colors in my eyes |
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Waking up in a dream out here |
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Sun is so low |
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It's throwing its shimmers at me |
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Skimming its stones |
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I can sit out here like a teabag |
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No more exercise for me |
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Now I've made it out the back |
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Back there they're bitching |
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I'm guilty of it too |
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Out here if you want a wave |
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Theres another one coming soon |
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I'm not surfing |
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I'm sitting out the back |
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All the kids are dropping in |
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On the old man on the plank |
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The kids are dropping in |
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On the old man on the plank |
