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High tide, mid afternoon |
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People fly by, in the traffics boom |
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Knowing, just where you are blowing |
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Getting to where you should be going |
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Don't let them get you down |
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Making you feel guilty about |
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golden rain, will bring you riches |
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All the good things you deserve and now |
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Climbing, forever trying |
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Find your way out of the wild, wild wood |
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Now there's no justice |
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Only yourself that you can trust in |
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And I said high tide, mid afternoon |
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People fly by, in the traffics boom |
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Knowing, just where you are blowing |
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Getting to where you should be going |
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Day by day your world fades away |
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Waiting to feel all the dreams that say |
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Golden rain will bring you riches |
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All the good things you deserve now |
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And I say, climbing, forever trying |
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find you way out of the wild, wild wood |
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Said you are gonna find you way out of the wild, wild wood |
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Wild wild wood. |
