| Seven days of a year pass all too soon
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| For me, living ours out in lands of reddened sunsets is a dream
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| I would like to sleep on
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| In dull days it lights me
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| The scenes of heavenly
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| Saints in stony chariots alive, in this sun
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| Where all around you catches the eye, in this sun
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| Why do we remain, all we ever work for’s away
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| In the bright azures of sea views
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| A scene change from the dull blues
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| Such philosophy engrained into our minds cannot be wise and I put to you
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| A question of liv to work
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| Or work to live
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| And take a chance with the…
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| Saints in stony chariots alive, in this sun
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| Where all around you catches the eye, in this sun
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| It’s a place where all your dreams can come to life
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| And a sure-fire way to lift your spirits to heights, in this sun
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| (Ooh ooh ooh oh ooh ooh)
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| (Ooh ooh ooh oh ooh ooh)
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| Go discover the hilltop, whitewashed places in valleys of far off nations
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| Days come easy, no rat race, simple living is all and it feels like heaven
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| It’s a place where all your dreams can come to life
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| And a sure-fire way to lift your spirits to heights, in this sun |