| We all get sick of it all now and then
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| When I’ve had it up to here
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| I go down there
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| To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
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| Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
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| Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
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| When enough is enough
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| It’s guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
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| I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea
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| Or a bird in a cage that’s never seen a key
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| Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
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| To bring this grind to a grinding halt
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| Now I’ve had it up to here
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| Let’s go down there
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| To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
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| Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
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| Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
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| When enough is enough
|
| It’s guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
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| Now I’ve had it up to here
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| Let’s go down there
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| To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
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| Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
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| Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
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| When enough is enough |