| Strange was the night, and I laughed very bright
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| The sun is rising and I’m lonely, what has happen?
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| Beautiful land, bottle wine in my hand
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| Part of the ocean, drinking in the sand. |
| What?
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| Wine in the sand, every day is weekend
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| Nips of your memories you’ll miss my friend, you’ll miss it
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| Wine in the sand, and you accept no end
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| Just raise your bottle, enter paradise, what a taste, yeah!
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| Greatness is mine, I can’t walk on a line
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| But this harmonic taste in my brain must be a sign
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| Everything is fine till I’ve got enough wine
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| I’ve got no trouble and that’s good!
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| What, we worry?
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| Win in the sand, everyday is weekend
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| Your horz porz memories will be your friend
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| They’ll stay forever
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| Wine in the sand, and you accept no end
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| So keep your horz porz memories 'till the end
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| Horz porz memories are coming to my mind!
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| N.: Horz Porz (fam.) — (Something that kicks ass) |