| Situation situation normal
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| Situation situation normal
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| At surfrider
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| Go to bed my little pumpkin head
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| It’s late on the first graylight
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| Of dawn is coming
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| Aaahhh…
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| Steady blowing traits
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| Sometimes it lasts nine or ten days
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| Until the winds are rested and ready
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| To make chocolate cake at the day
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| Is looking good
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| Situation situation normal
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| Situation situation normal
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| At surfrider
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| On a beach break just marinino
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| This freckle face, long, blonde hair kid
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| Catches his way in a hot mid-day sun
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| This kid he don’t need no one
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| Just the pure joy he knows
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| Are coming are from mexico
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| And the day is looking good
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| I looked up man
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| And the sun was dancing of the face
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| Oh that way the wind was blowing
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| And i remember you fluttering down
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| The face getting soap bath over the face
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| And i remember you say i’ll give you kisses
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| The breakfast, kisses for lunch, kisses for
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| Supper and a day was looking good
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| Situation situation normal
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| Situation situation normal
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| At surfrider
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| The waves are gonna
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| But it’s never gonna change
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| That is the beauty to see it |
| To be near it if it’s in your heartbeat ready for it
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| When you deep down getting washed the
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| Thinking am i never bottom?
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| Or am I never top?
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| You close your eyes
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| Open your arms
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| Make yourself calm
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| And you try to flout out
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| And the day is looking good
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| And the day is looking good… |