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