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Well, the fields belong to the farmers |
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And the forests belong to the king |
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These days our pleasures are all behind fences |
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We have to pay for everything |
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So turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Just turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Well, the cities are teeming with people |
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And the highway is jammed up with cars |
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And the airport is a nightmare in season |
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But you don't have to go that far |
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Just turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Just turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Well, they take all the flags down in the evening |
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And the soldiers stand guard at the keep |
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But the beaches are always open' |
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Cos the ocean, she never sleeps |
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So turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Just turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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So turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
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Just turn around and come on down |
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The beach is free |
