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Sans souci, ah, sans souci |
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They got no room here for someone like me |
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Oh, the mountains start to giggle |
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When the springtime waters wiggle |
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Down the mountainside |
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I can hear the fishes swishing |
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Just as loud as |
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I'm a wishing |
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When I hit the tide |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Sans souci, ah, sans souci |
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They got no room here for someone like me |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Try to tell me |
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I was evil, try to trample on my soul |
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Try to make me think that they were righteous |
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But the plot of the lie was whole |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Sans souci, ah, sans souci |
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They got no room here for someone like me |
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Ah, the earth, it starts a squaking' |
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Cause it knows that love is walking |
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And it ain't no dream, no, you ain't no dream |
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Sans souci, you ain't no dream |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Try to tell me |
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I was evil, try to trample on my soul |
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Try to make me think that they were righteous |
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But the plot of the lie was whole |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Feel yourselves with all laughing and talking |
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That used to be |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Go, go, go, go |
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Sans souci |
