| In an old house down by the beach
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| Lives an old man who’s just out of reach
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| Oh oh, he’s got nothing to lose
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| Some say he’s a crazy old man
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| A refugee from a rock and roll band
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| Oh oh, he’s still playing the blues
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| In the morning when you rise
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| Aren’t you glad to be alive
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| Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
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| When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
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| Can’t you feel the afterglow
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| Oh oh, why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| In the driftwood house you learn how to dream
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| Truth is stranger than fishing it seems
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| Oh oh, there’s no Earthly rules
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| And the people come just to hear him say
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| Life’s too short to live your way
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| Oh oh, who’s really fooling who
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| Invisible means are the key to support
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| Makes you king in your own court
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| Oh oh, what have you got to lose
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| Push the sadness from your heart
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| There’s no living after dark
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| Oh oh
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we…
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| Why the things we do
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| In the morning when you rise
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| Aren’t you glad to be alive
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| Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
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| When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
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| Can’t you feel the afterglow
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| Oh oh, that’s why the things we do
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| That’s why the things we do
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| That’s why the things we do
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| That’s why the things we do |