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It's good to go away for the summer |
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It's good to lie awake all night |
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I got this real bad habit |
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Of settin up camp where the lightin strikes |
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Why don't cha sit me down in the kitchen? |
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Why don't cha tell me cut my hair? |
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Why don't cha stop looking through the mirror? |
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Wearing out that far off stare |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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Well these people get so mean |
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When they grind you through the gears of the big machine |
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I've seen a little too much highway |
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I've drank a little too much wine |
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I've kept too many deep dark secrets |
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That sooner or later wear out my mind |
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I've got an unclear destination |
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I've been an irresponsible son |
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I should've seen it coming |
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I get all wound up and then I pop like a gun |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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I don't want to make no scene |
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I'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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How bout a holiday, how bout a holiday |
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Yeah yeah |
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As silly as it seems |
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I'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean |
