I come from where the rivers meet the sea
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That's part of why I'm so wild and fancy free
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I was early into crazy ways
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My folks said, "It's just a phase"
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They were hoping for better days
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Now in my line of work I seem to see a lot more than most
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Write 'em down, pas 'em around
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It's the gospel from the coast
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Reflections, not just replays
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Takin' time to escape the maze
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Lookin' for better days
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I spent a year of my life one night
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On the beaches in old Beirut
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Seems that all they're aimin' for there
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Is to hang around and shoot
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Each others' lives away
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Bloody winds on a distant bay
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They're lookin' for better days
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Looking to the left, looking to the right
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Looking to the stars to shed some light
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Hoping for a breath, hoping for break
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Hopin' for the give without the take
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The dreamers line the state road
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Just to watch the runway show
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Slouched behind their steering wheels
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They just watch the big jets go
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Streakin' through the morning haze
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Focal point of a distant gaze
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Lookin' for better days
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Pale invaders and tanned crusaders
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Are worshipping the sun
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On the corner of "walk" and "don't walk"
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Somewhere on US 1
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I'm back to livin' Floridays
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Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
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Lookin' for better days
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I'm back to livin' Floridays
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Blue skies and ultra-violet rays
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Lookin' for better days, lookin' for better days
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Lookin' for Floridays
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Better days, better days
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Everybody's lookin' for better days
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Somewhere beneath the shining star
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Better days, mon't you take me to better days
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Better days, I sure could use a few better days
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Floridays
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Floridays (Reggae Version)
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Jimmy Buffett |