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I'm tired of the city life |
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Summer's on the run |
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People tell me I should stay |
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But I got to get my fun |
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So don't try to hold me back |
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There's nothing you can say |
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Snake eyes on the paradise |
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And we got to go today. |
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Take me to the April sun in Cuba, oh, oh, oh |
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Take me where the April sun gonna treat me |
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So right, so right, so right |
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I can almost smell the perfumed nights |
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And see the starry sky |
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I wish you comin' with me baby |
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'Cause right before my eye |
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See Castro in the alley way |
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Talkin' 'bout missile love |
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Talkin' 'bout J.F.K |
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And the way he shook him up |
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Take me to the April sun in Cuba, oh, oh, oh |
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Take me where the April sun gonna treat me |
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So right, so right, so right |
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I'm tired of the city life |
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Summer's on the run |
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Birds in the winter sky |
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Are headin' for the sun |
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Oh, we can stick it out |
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In this cold and gray |
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Snake eyes on the paradise |
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And we got to go today, yeah |
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Take me to the April sun in Cuba, oh, oh, oh |
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Take me where the April sun gonna treat me |
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So right, so right, so right |
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Take me to the April sun |
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C'mon take me, take me to the April sun |
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C'mon, c'mon take me, take me to the April sun |
