| Let me out and let me in
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| Everybody was breaking
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| Through the chains of luck…
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| Through the sand, and in the wind
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| Born with any break I’d want…
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| Every alarm clock radio’s on
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| I hear the heart of California pumping
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| «Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron»
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| Hey, Hey, Hey, I feel
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| Like I’m fading away
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| My, My, My, My, My
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| I survived what a million
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| Other guys survived
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| He had eyes like Bacall’s…
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| No kidding, I remember those
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| Can’t remember what
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| She looked like…
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| I remember her clothes
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| I heard the heart of
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| Brian Wilson pumping
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| «Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron»
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| I heard the waves sing:
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| «Alle Alle Alleluia, Alle Alle Alleluia»
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| And the city behind me:
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| «What'll we do with a drunken sailor?
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| What’ll we do with a drunk?»
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| I see blue lights through the shades
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| My body lying down in my bed
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| I need some real big hands
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| To ease this busted head
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| I hear a baby crying in a video arcade
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| Over the video war game guns
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| Brian Wilson chants his mantra
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| «Do Ron Ron De Do Ron Ron» |