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So we live out in our old van |
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Travel all across this land |
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Me and you |
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We'll end up hand in hand |
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Somewhere down on the sand |
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Just me and you |
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Just as free |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Just as free |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Drive until the city lights |
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Dissolve into a country sky |
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Just me and you |
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Lay underneath the harvest moon |
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Do all the things that lovers do |
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Just me and you |
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Just as free |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Just as free |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Ever be |
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We were born before the wind |
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Also younger than the sun |
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And the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic |
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Hark, now hear the sailors cry |
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Smell the sea and feel the sky |
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Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic |
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When a fog horn blows I will be coming home |
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Yeah, when a fog horn blows I want to feel it |
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I don't have to fear it |
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I want to rock your gypsy soul |
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Just like way back in the days of old |
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And together we will float into the mystic |
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No we don't have a lot of money |
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No we don't have a lot of money |
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No we don't have a lot of money |
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All we need is love |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Just as free |
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Free as we'll ever be |
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Ever be |
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So we live out in our old van |
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Travel all across this land |
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Me and you |
