| I’ve been thinking about the trouble
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| We’ve got troubles, that’s not easy to hide
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| It’s just a minor complication
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| In relation to the natural kind
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| I think it’s time to get away from here, away from here
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| Leave all our troubles far behind
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| Move to the country where the coast is clear, the coast is clear
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| Someplace the sun will always shine
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| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa
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| In your arms to stay, whoa
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| Leave it all behind, whoa
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| There’s no need to second guess
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| When our love’s put to the test we will find
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| It’s just a minor complication
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| In relation to the natural kind
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| I think it’s time to get away from here, away from here
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| Leave all our troubles far behind
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| Head to the country where the coast is clear, the coast is clear
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| Someplace the sun will always shine
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| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa
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| In your arms to stay, whoa
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| Leave it all behind, whoa
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| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa
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| In your arms to stay, whoa
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| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa
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| Leave it all behind, whoa |