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Snow in my shoes |
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Mid-Winter blues |
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Have got me down |
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(Just point me South...let's go now) |
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The clothes on my back |
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Are too Pasternak |
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From sole to crown |
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Where in the hell's the snowplow? |
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Down 95 |
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We'll come alive |
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And by the time we get somewhere |
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Near Savannah |
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Give Winter the slip |
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It's well worth the trip |
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To be togerther |
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Under the sun |
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Under the sun |
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Stress is undone |
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With every mile |
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We travel down that highway |
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Hot tea and songs |
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It won't be long |
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Till we arrive |
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At our island hideaway |
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Unpack the car |
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See how things are |
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We'll roll up all the Blinds |
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To let some light in |
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We've come a long way |
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Small price to pay |
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To be together |
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Under the sun |
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And every evening watch the sunset |
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Oh the gardenia scent is sweet |
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Remember me, I'm from out West and |
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I need the heat |
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Under the sun |
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Over the opal sea |
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Sometimes a cloud |
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Sails along harmlessly |
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Under the sun |
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Sambaing hand-in-hand |
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You and me two |
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Sandpipers in the sand |
