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Up to this creek they come to meet |
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Where they done days by the summer heat |
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The sun is always in their eyes |
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They hold their glasses like they'd rise |
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On a clouded fair and gin they dine |
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They're always losing track of time |
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All sloppy men grow paradise |
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They import everything that's nice |
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Comfort is all what really heard |
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Beaches are transient, they look |
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Lover, too many to quote |
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But better times they never show |
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By now the dreams have all been dreamt |
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All of the money has been spent |
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The crashing surf upon the ground |
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They know I never hear this sound |
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Our life of middling at best |
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Put that pro-touch-up to a rest |
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Was either choice, they do not know |
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That better times they never showed |
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Paradise is all around |
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But happiness is never found |
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Paradise is all around |
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But happiness is never found |
