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Macainsh |
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Ken and Julie are hitching to the coast |
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They don't know it but they're luckier than most |
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Only need to worry about having fun |
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And where the surf's running in the morning sun |
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Oh to have that twisted innocence |
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Not to see the trouble every day |
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Or the traps and tortures that run our lives |
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Or to hear the lies that people say |
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John and Tony they're picking grapes |
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They think they're breaking rocks |
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But they've made their escape |
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They got out of this rat race that goes round and round |
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No money unemployed downtown |
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Oh to have that twisted innocence |
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Innocence that comes from growing young |
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And to throw away your intelligence |
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There's no crime in being dumb |
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Taxi driver with the science degree |
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He says he's got it rough |
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But he can daydream while driving around |
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I wish him half the luck |
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So if I'm guilty until proven insane |
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Then I don't mind I won't complain |
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People say that I'm outa touch |
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But you can go crazy from thinking too much |
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Oh to have that twisted innocence |
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Not to see the trouble every day |
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Or the traps and tortures that run our lives |
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Or to hear the lies that people say |
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Oh to have that twisted innocence |
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Innocence that comes from growing young |
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Oh to have that twisted innocence |
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There's no crime in being dumb |
