She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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From night to the beach, from the beach to the house, from house to the home
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Constant mind-blowing nodrop of the eternal wave
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Who reigns is she in the sea kingdom
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She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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She just wants to travel from here to anywhere
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The cat risks and drops
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Beautiful crazy and spoiled
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Blessed be the man who can conquer her
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Whoever has ninety nine percent is hot, has to see it closely
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She is sweet, salt, bullet
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Lulled she dances, a child at dawn
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Your makeup, your tattoos
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They are protection, they attract attention that her father cannot give her
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Look into my eyes, throw your hair
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Boot the glasses is even more charming
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On the way back home
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She sees that she's going to the beach, plays high
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Drinks water has a busy life but the skin is well treated
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How can it be… so cute
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And at the same time so crazy
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The man who has had his company is never satisfied with another
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Change clothes a thousand times to decide the best one
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It's already been hurt a lot, so it hurts without mercy
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To have her company only if she sympathizes
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You have your car, you have your house, your money to pay
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There is a phrase that repeats follows that makes it float
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«No matter where we are, our mind is our home»
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She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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From night to the beach, from the beach to the house, from house to the home
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Constant mind-blowing nodrop of the eternal wave
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Who reigns is she in the sea kingdom
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She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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She just wants to travel from here to anywhere
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And she escapes every puncture
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And she arrives at the time she wants
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Everything shines where she goes
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She leaves whenever she wants
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A crystal vase with dead flowers
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A strong drink in any nightclub
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Your uncontrollable will closes you and opens doors
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She arrives and leaves whenever she wants
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Your lipstick of hers kills more than a pistol
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Inspired by «Natasha" by Capital
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Pistol from old carnivals and something like that
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All men are so into something more in the end
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At the age of 17 he ran away from home, but he already knows countless songs
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She has a flying kite soul
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But on her imaginary shelf she collects hearts
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She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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Who reigns is she in the sea kingdom
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She just wants to travel, she just wants to travel
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She just wants to travel from here to anywhere |