| It was an April morning
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| When they told us we should go
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| And as I turn to you you smiled at me
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| How could they say no?
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| All the fun to have
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| To live the dreams we always had
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| The songs to sing
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| We at last return again, yeah
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| Swept me off a glancing kiss
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| To those who claim they know
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| Know the streets the seaman hears
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| The Devil in his hole
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| To sail away
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| To sandy lands and other days
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| To touch the dream
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| Hides inside and never seen, yeah
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| Into the sun, the South, the North
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| At last, the birds’ve flown
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| Shackles of commitments fell
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| In pieces on the ground
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| To ride the wind
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| To tread the air above the din
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| To laugh aloud
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| Dancing as we fought the crowd, yeah
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| Seek a man who’s pointing hand
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| The giant step and more
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| Guided from the curving path
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| That turns up feet to stone
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| If one bell should ring
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| Celebration for a king
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| It’s probably with heavy feet, yeah
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| Here we go
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| know
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| Sing out, «Hare, Hare»
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| Dance the Hoochie Koo
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| The city lights so bright
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| As we go sliding
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| Sliding, sliding, sliding |