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Bobby's off on holiday |
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Away across the sea |
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Setting up his easel |
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A new scene to see |
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Says that he's had enough |
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Of standing in the rain |
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Now he's looking for the good life |
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With European pain |
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Did you know |
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Your garden's overgrown - |
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And what is shown? |
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Meeting all these pretty girls |
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Singing golden hair |
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He's in touch with the painter's mind |
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And Syd's unflinching stare |
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Drinking wine in the |
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Moulin Rouge |
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Sipping kaffee in |
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BerlinMight take in the coloured lights |
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In the city they call sin - |
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He could see |
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The writing on the wall - |
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Ten feet tall |
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But oh there are times |
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He wished the world |
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Would fade just into sight |
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And oh, the feelings that changed |
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Were thicker than the brush |
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Strokes of fame |
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Now he rides the dirt roads |
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Of old southern |
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SpainAnd when senoritas sing |
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He can hear them say - |
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Did you know |
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Your garden's overgrown - |
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And what is shown? |
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He could see |
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The writing on the wall |
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Ten feet tall |