| If I ever got the blues
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| I just take my Santa Cruz
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| And roll away all my fears
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| No solutions to present
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| But I feel the smooth cement
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| Tickle me on my feet
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| No, I’m never falling down
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| Cuz my feet don’t touch the ground
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| And everything comes in clear
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| If I ever got the blues
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| I just take my Santa Cruz
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| And roll away all my tears
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| So I ride right past the fence
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| To the ocean, to the depths
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| The deepest hole I’ve ever seen
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| No, I’m never falling down
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| Cuz my feet don’t touch the ground
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| There’s nothing I have to fear
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| Ooh-la, ooh-la, ooh-la-la-la
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| Ooh-la, ooh-la, ooh-la-la-la
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| I don’t wanna waste my life away someday (Roll away, so watch me roll)
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| I’ve got my skateboard, I’m never coming home
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| Roll away, so watch me roll
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| I’ve got my skateboard
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| I’m never coming home |