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When all the birdies have flown |
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Into their arbour lee homes |
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And all of the worms in the bellies so warm |
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They'll dream of their day in the sun | in the sun |
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They'll dream of their day in the sun |
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When all of the cars are croaked |
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And all the computers are broke |
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While the birds tell the bees the funniest joke |
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And laugh out their time in the sun | in the sun |
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laugh out their time in the sun |
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My pet poodle he probably knows |
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If I feel like shit with the sniff of his nose |
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And then gives me the paw | and he says hey y'all why don't we pack it all in and just go for a walk? |
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And I know he's right but I lose my will |
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And I''m chained to my desk | and I'm chewing my quill |
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'Cause I want my home in the Hollywood hills |
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Yes I want my home in the Hollywood hills |
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And have my day in the sun, in the sun |
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And have my day in the sun |
