| Take me to the shore
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| And wrap me in a blind tomorrow
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| And I won’t fight no more
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| And I won’t scream
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| Maybe we’ll be washed away
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| Maybe I just need
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| A holiday
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| A holiday
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| A holiday
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| A holiday
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| This time, we’ll get
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| A room with a view and a velvet painting
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| And this time, we’ll stay
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| Inside until the lights go down
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| Over the palm trees and the sand
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| Buy me the blue sky
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| And wrap me in clouds of blasphemy
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| In the end I won’t ask why
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| You can do what you want with me
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| Maybe we’ll be thrown away
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| Maybe we just need
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| A holiday
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| A holiday
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| A holiday
|
| A holiday
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| This time, we’ll get
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| A room with a view and a velvet painting
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| And this time, we’ll stay
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| Inside until the lights come up
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| And everything is vermilion
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| And everything is vermilion
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| Take me to the shore
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| And throw me into the water
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| And I won’t fight no more
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| No, I won’t say a thing
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| And I won’t say a thing
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| And I won’t say a thing
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| But this time, we’ll get
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| A room with a view and a velvet painting
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| And this time, we’ll stay
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| Inside until the lights up
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| And everything is vermilion
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| And everything is vermilion |