| High tide, mid afternoon
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| People fly by, in the traffics boom
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| Knowing, just where you are blowing
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| Getting to where you should be going
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| Don’t let them get you down
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| Making you feel guilty about
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| Golden rain, will bring you riches
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| All the good things you deserve and now
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| Climbing, forever trying
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| Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
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| Now there’s no justice
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| Only yourself that you can trust in
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| And I said high tide, mid afternoon
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| People fly by, in the traffics boom
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| Knowing, just where you are blowing
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| Getting to where you should be going
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| Day by day your world fades away
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| Waiting to feel all the dreams that say
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| Golden rain will bring you riches
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| All the good things you deserve now
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| And I say, climbing, forever trying
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| Find you way out of the wild, wild wood
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| Said you are gonna find you way out of the wild, wild wood
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| Wild wild wood |