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Here I am, strolling down Atlantic Avenue |
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With the sunlight in my eyes |
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Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do |
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When I want some peace of mind |
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I leave the smoke of Rio behind, as the evening starts to fly |
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I want to feel the ocean breeze, where the mountains kiss the sky |
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So come on, down Atlantic Avenue |
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Let the samba take a hold of you |
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'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue |
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When the music gets a hold of you |
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Dive along to Ipanema there's always time to spare |
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Forget the troubles of the world, when they get to much to bear |
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Won't you please come on Atlantic Avenue |
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Flying down to Rio |
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Never thought I would be, walking by the ocean |
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here today, no |
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Pretty soon I've got to leave, but I know my heart will stay, ooh |
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Atlantic Avenue |
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Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue |
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Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do |
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When I want some peace of mind |
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So come on, down Atlantic Avenue |
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Let the samba take a hold of you |
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Here I am strolling down Atlantic Avenue |
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Here I am, and there's nothing I would rather do |
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When I want some peace of mind |
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So come on, down Atlantic Avenue |
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Let the samba take a hold of you |
