| Oh, well, in five years time we could be walking round a zoo
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| With the sun shining down over me and you
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| And there’ll be love in the body’s of the elephants too
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| I’ll put my hands over your eyes,
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| But you’ll peek through
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| And there’ll be sun, sun, sun
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| All over our faces.
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| And sun, sun, sun
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| All on our bodies.
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| There’ll be sun, sun, sun
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| All down my neck.
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| And sun, sun, sun
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| So, what the heck.
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| 'Cause I’ll be laughing at all your silly little jokes
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| And we’ll be laughing about how we used to smoke
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| All those stupid little cigarretes and drink stupid wine
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| 'Cause it’s what we needed to have a good time
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| But it was fun, fun, fun
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| When we were drinking.
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| It was fun, fun, fun
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| When we were drunk.
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| And it was fun, fun, fun
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| When we were laughing.
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| It was fun, fun, fun
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| Oh, it was fun.
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| Oh, well, I look at you and say: «it's the happiest that I’ve ever been»
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| And I’ll say: «I no longer feel I have to be james dean»
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| And you say: «yeah, and I feel pretty happy too,
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| And I’m always pretty happy when I’m just kicking back with you»
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| And will be love, love, love
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| All through our body’s.
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| Love, love, love
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| All through our minds.
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| And it’d be love, love, love
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| All over her face.
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| And love, love, love
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| All over mine.
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| And I’ll remember all these moments suggesting my head
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| I’ll be thinking about them when I’m lying in bed.
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| And I know that immediately they might not even come true,
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| But in my mind I’m having a pretty good time with you
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| Five years time
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| I might not know you
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| Five years time
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| We might not speak
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| And five years time
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| We might not get along
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| Five years time
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| You might just prove me wrong
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| Oh, there’ll be love, love, love
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| Wherever you go There’ll be love, love, love |