| I get away from my old life
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| Looking out for a new light
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| All I got is hands like a carpenter
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| I met a woman in a tune
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| And now I’m sitting on a cute note
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| All I got is hands like a carpenter
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| Don’t it feel sweet?
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| Sittin' pretty on a sailboat seat
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| And I feel so happy
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| I want to live in America with ya
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| I want to come up with some tuna
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| I wanna stroll on the streets around
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| I even have you of all people
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| And when I get back to the UK
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| I want my friends and family to say
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| Hey, hey I love your stuff
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| And we get married in the springtime
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| Make it out
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| Clean it off like a carpenter
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| And we can move to the jazz
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| You’ve got good eyes like a carpenter
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| It feels nice
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| Sitting here in the dead of night
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| And I feel so lucky
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| I want to live in America with ya
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| I want to come up with some tuna
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| I wanna stroll on the streets around
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| I even have you of all people
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| And when I get back to the UK
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| I want my friends and family to say
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| Hey, hey I love your stuff
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| I put the chicken in the fridge
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| I’ll cook it for an imaginary holiday
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| goes so far away
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| And we could be so happy
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| But instead I’m at home filled with drunken paranoia
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| I want to live in America with ya
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| I wanna stroll on the streets around
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| And when I get back to the UK
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| I want my friends and family to say
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| Hey, hey I love your stuff |