| I will go to the city with a view of the surf,
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| Where the sands sing in falsetto underfoot.
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| And dive into the green wave right from the shore
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| And I will go away from everyone further into the depths.
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| I will break and trample my phone -
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| He is the only one to blame for my problems.
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| Ringing around the clock, he kills me,
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| I run from him, cursing everything in the world.
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| Chorus,
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| And I love girls
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| I will gather them together
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| Along the surf line
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| I'll take you after me.
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| With a wild cry, I will rush along the shore,
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| Someone will say: "Crazy!" - well, let
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| I want to relax, I jump on one leg,
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| If someone stops me, I'll be upset.
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| I lie on the beach and I look into the sky,
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| Fat seagulls fly, just horror,
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| And I'm so skinny - the surf will take me away,
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| I'd rather bury my head in the sand.
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| Fat seagulls fly slowly
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| For an autograph, they drag me a baby,
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| And he chews an apple and doesn't recognize me -
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| On the screen, I am different, not the same at all.
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| Again pulls into the city, where the fog and smog,
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| I couldn't stand it for two more weeks,
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| I miss you more and more, I would like to go to the city as soon as possible
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| See your exhausted friends. |