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Wish I were down, on some blue bayou |
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With a bamboo cane, stuck in the sand |
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But the road |
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I'm on, don't seem to go there |
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So I just dream, keep on bein' the way |
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I amWish I enjoyed, what makes my livin' |
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And what I do, with a willin' hand |
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Some would run, but that ain't like me |
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So, I just dream, keep on bein' the way |
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I amThe way |
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I am, don't fit my shackles |
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The way I am, reality |
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I can almost see, that bobber dancin' |
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So I just dream, an' keep on bein' the way |
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I amThe way |
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I am, don't fit my shackles |
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The way I am, reality |
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I can almost see, that bobber dancin' |
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So I just dream, an' keep on bein' the way |
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I amYea, I just dream, an' keep on bein' the way |
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I amYoodley |
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Yoodley |
