| I don’t know if it’s a memory
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| Or just a story they told to me
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| But sure it is I’ve known cruelty
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| And now I’m five minutes from the sea
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| And now I’m five minutes from the sea
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| I’m gonna watch from my living room
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| The cavalcade and the basses boom
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| The basses boom
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| But all the noise it don’t bother me
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| I’m living five minutes from the sea
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| I’m living five minutes from the sea
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| Daa da daa down da daa down
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| Feeling
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| Nothing can stop us we’re bubbling
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| Nothing can stop us we’re bubbling
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| Nothing can stop us we’re effervescing
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| This is the feeeling
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| The feeling
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| Uuuh-uuuum
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| Okay I’ll use analogy
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| I wash my clothes in the bath with me
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| 'cause in the end we’re all laundry
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| I take myself down to the sea
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| I’m gonna watch from the busy streets
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| The broken pier and the starlings meet
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| The dancing fleet
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| But all the noise it don’t bother me
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| I’m living five minutes from the sea
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| I’m living five minutes from the sea
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| Daa da daa down da daa down
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| Feeling
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| Nothing can stop us we’re bubbling
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| Nothing can stop us we’re effervescing
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| Nothing can stop us we’re effervescing
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| Nothing can stop us, nothing can stop us
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| This is the feeling
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| The feeling
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| Uuuuum-oooooh
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| The Sunday seagul’s brighton bound
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| The buskers stay their ground with music sounds |