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Sick and tired of wastin' the sun on a Sunday |
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I gotta new set of sails |
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And the breeze is blowin' back on the bay |
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I'll load the bags, fill the tank, |
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I'm running late for the lazy highway |
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God I'm so alive |
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Don't want to waste a day. |
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Jenny's got her big dream home in California |
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And Jackie's flat broke |
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And she's probably gonna stay that way |
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Tammy holds her pencil and notepad |
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And takes another order |
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Folks listen, but they can't hear what you say |
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I never knew my life would turn out so okay. |
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Had my share of heartbreak |
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Left me so broken inside |
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Had my times when I was lost and confused |
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But over there's the bay's clear waters |
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And her sparkling tide |
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So come join the ride |
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It's about time. |
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Sick and tired of listening |
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To the news on the radio |
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Traffic backed up gotta go the long way again |
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Sleepy planet turns and earns |
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A million colours from the sun |
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Folks listen, but they don't hear what you say |
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Sick and tired of wastin' the sun on a Sunday |
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I gotta new set of sails |
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And the breeze is blowin back on the bay |
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I'l load my bags, fill the tank, |
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I'm running late for the lazy highway |
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God I'm so alive don't wast to waste a day |
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I never thought that I could turn out so ... okay |