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I'm gonna clear my head |
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I'm gonna drink that sun |
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The saddest sight my eyes can see |
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Is that big ball of orange sinkin' slyly down the trees |
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Sittin' in a broken circle |
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While you rest upon my knee |
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This perfect moments will soon be leavin' me |
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Suzanne calls from Boston |
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The coffee's hot the corn is high |
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And that same sun that warms |
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Your heart will suck the good earth dry |
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With everything its opposite enough to keep you cryin' |
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Or keep this old world spinnin' with a twinkle in its eye |
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Get out the map |
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Get out the map |
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And lay your finger anywhere down |
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We'll leave the figurin' to those |
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We pass on our way out of town |
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Don't drink the water |
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There seems to be somethin' ailin' everyone |
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I'm gonna clear my head |
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I'm gonna drink that sun |
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I'm gonna love you good and strong |
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While our love is good and young |
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Joni left for South Africa a few years ago |
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And then Beth took a job |
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All the way over on the West Coast |
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And me, I'm still tryin' to live half a life on the road |
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Seems I'm heavier by the year |
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(Heavier by the year) |
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And heavier by the load |
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(Heavier by the load) |
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Why do we hurtle ourselves |
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Through every inch of time and space? |
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I must say around some corner |
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I can sense a restin' place |
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With every lesson learned |
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A line upon your beautiful face |
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We'll amuse ourselves one day |
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With these memories we'll trace |
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Get out the map |
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Get out the map |
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And lay your finger anywhere down |
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We'll leave the figurin' to those |
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We pass on our way out of town |
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Don't drink the water |
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There seems to be somethin' ailin' everyone |
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I'm gonna clear my head |
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(I'm gonna clear my head) |
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I'm gonna drink that sun |
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(I'm gonna drink that sun) |
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I'm gonna love you good and strong |
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While our love is good and young |
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I'm gonna clear my head |
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I'm gonna drink that sun |
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I'm gonna love you good and strong |
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While our love is good and young |
