| You say the weather in Atlanta
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| Is foggy and gray
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| Your work gets harder everyday
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| And your new boyfriend is holdin' on too tight
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| I got a gig at the beach
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| A room with a view
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| The only thing missin' here is you
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| Some fresh ocean breeze might ease your mind
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| We could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand
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| Take a second look at what we had
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| I been thinkin' a lot since I been here
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| Past the neon nights and the L. A haze
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| I’m a different man these days
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| So come on out, the coast is clear
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| I got a picture in my wallet from back in '91
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| That week we spent in the Santa Belle sun
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| Ridin' the wave of our love, those were good times
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| But somewhere I got lost and I let you down
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| Young and naive I didn’t know what I’d found
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| But I do now and there ain’t a cloud in my mind
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| We could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand
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| Take a second look at what we had
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| I been thinkin' a lot since I been here
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| Past the neon nights and the L. A haze
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| I’m a different man these days
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| So come on out, the coast is clear
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| Yeah come on out, the coast is clear
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| Oooh, the coast is clear
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| Oooh, coast is clear
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| The coast is clear |