| You were sitting at the coffee table
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| Where you’re reading Kierkegaard
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| Minutes later, you proceeded to say
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| Something that almost broke my heart
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| You said, «Darling, I am tired of livin' my routined life
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| There’s so much in the world that I’d like
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| To soak up with my eyes.»
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| Well, baby I never did stop you from going out to explore
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| We can do it all together from the colds of the poles
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| To the tropics of Borneo
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| Ba da da ba da…
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| Let’s pack our bags
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| And lie on the easy stream
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| Feel the water on our backs
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| Where we can carry on dreamin'
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| Where we can finally
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| Be where we’d like to be
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| Darlin', just you and me
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| Just you and me…
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| So Darlin', what do you say?
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| Does that sound like a plan to you?
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| We can build our own little world
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| Where no one can come through
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| We can live in huts made out of grass
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| We can greet father time as he walks pass
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| We can press feet into the dirt
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| A little mud, no, it wouldn’t hurt
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| Ba da da ba da ba…
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| Let’s pack our bags
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| And lie on the easy stream
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| Feel the water on our backs
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| Where we can carry on dreamin'
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| Where we can finally
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| Be where we’d like to be
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| Darlin', just you and me
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| Just you and me… |