| All days and most of my time
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| I’m hanging out on the beach at the shoreline
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| Hot sun and cool breeze in my hair
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| There’s nothing really to compare
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| All the people are friendly
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| Serving drinks all the time
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| But I’m glad I have to stop now
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| This simple little rhyme
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| Haha oh yeah
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| Waking up!
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| Welcome to the real world, with violence all the day
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| Riots on the streets and no more children play
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| The gunmen and the rapist and all that kind of fools
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| The burglars and the rippers following their rules
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| Running blind, the faith is on the run
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| Too late now and the sun’s
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| Gonna rise
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| Much longer as it seems
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream
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| Gonna rise
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| Harder by no means
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream
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| Nothing seems to stop them, no observing of the law
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| Even there’s no solution for an ending in a draw
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| Why is this still going on, dead bodies everywhere
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| We’re so sick and tired, a living in despair
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| Running blind, the faith is on the run
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| Too late now and the sun’s
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| Gonna rise
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| Much longer as it seems
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream
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| Gonna rise
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| Harder by no means
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream
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| Gonna rise
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| Much longer as it seems
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream
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| Gonna rise
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| Harder by no means
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| Gonna rise
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| Living in a dream |