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Some sunny day with a smile on my face |
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I'll go back to that place far, far away |
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I'll go back to that shack and that red-headed hen |
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She'll say, "How have you been?" |
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Then go back to the hay and lay me my breakfast |
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Some sunny day I'll be on that express |
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Flying away to my little bunch of happiness |
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Oh, how I pine for those lips sweet as wine |
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They'll be pressed close to mine some sunny day |
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Some sunny day with a smile on my face |
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Going back to that place far, far away |
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Back to that shack and that red-headed hen |
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She'll say, "How have you been?" |
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Then go back to the hay [Incomprehensible] |
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Some sunny day I'll be on that express |
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Flying away to my little bunch of happiness |
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Oh, how I pine for those lips sweet as wine |
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They'll be pressed close to mine some sunny day |
