| Hey
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| Sleepy old sun, sleepy old day
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| Sleepy old tree gonna make me some shade
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| Sleepy old time on my side of town
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| I’m feelin' fine, I’ll explain to you now
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| Don’t think, feel
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Just make it real and don’t think, feel
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| It don’t take plans to clap your hands
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| When it feels nice just don’t think twice
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| Some worry all day 'bout who they can trust
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| Some worry all night 'bout money and lust
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| Worried they do and worried they die
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| And after they’re gone just the bankers cry
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| Don’t think, feel
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Just make it real and don’t think, feel
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| It don’t take plans to clap your hands
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| When it feels nice just don’t think twice
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| Life is a card, you take what you get
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| You do what you can to feel no regret
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| You do what you can, forget about words
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| Just go with the feelin' it usually works
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| And don’t think, feel
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Just make it real and don’t think, feel
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| It don’t take plans to clap your hands
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| When it feels nice you don’t think twice
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| Don’t think, feel
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Just make it real and don’t think, feel
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| It don’t take plans to clap your hands
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| When it feels nice you don’t think twice
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| Don’t think, feel
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| Just make it real and don’t think, feel |