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Here I am strolling down |
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Atlantic Avenue |
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With the sunlight in my eyes |
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Here I am and there's nothing |
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I would rather do |
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When I want some peace of mind |
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Oh, I leave the smoke of Rio behind, |
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as evening starts to fly |
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I wanna feel the ocean breeze |
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where the mountains touch the sky |
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So come on |
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down Atlantic Avenue |
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Let the samba take a hold of you; |
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'cos I know there is no place |
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like the Avenue |
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When the music gets a hold of you |
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Drive along to Ipanema, |
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but there's always time to spare |
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Forget the troubles of the world |
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when they get too much to bear |
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Oh oh, wooh |
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Flying down to Rio |
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never thought I would be |
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walking by the ocean here today, no |
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Pretty soon I got to leave, |
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but I know my heart will stay |
