| I drive to the coastline
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| Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye
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| The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder
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| I fly away
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| Due to the situation this morning
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| All in the world’s OK
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| I head down Sunset north to Santa Barbara
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| We sail away
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| I could live in the walls of a prison
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| Where the warm summer winds would never blow
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| Then again, think of what I’d be missing (as to the other side)
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| And how some do it I’ll never know, I’ll never know
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| I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor
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| Sailin' the ocean blue
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| But every single waterway leads to you
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| To you
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| I could live in the walls of a prison
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| Where the warm summer winds would never blow
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| Then again, think of what I’d be missing (as to the other side)
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| And how some do it I’ll never know, I’ll never know
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| I’m headin' out over an ocean of blue
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| The trailin' wake far behind
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| Won’t turn me down
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| And it won’t turn me around
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| I could live in the walls of a prison
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| Where the warm summer winds would never blow
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| Then again, think of what I’d be missing (as to the other side)
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| And how some do it I’ll never know, I’ll never know |