Written By: Antoine Sicotte / Anastasia Friedman
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Okay this it
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It seems to me that I need a break from you, from myself
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It don't matter no more now who's to tell
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Everybody may think I'm wrong
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But I'm the one who'll be laughing 'till the break-o-dawn
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Gotta plan, his name is Stan
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Believe it or not he dealt me a real good hand
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Well you know I don't mind where this plane may take me
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'Cause I ain't got no worries, I'm ready
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Gotta run, gotta get away
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Come back on another day
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Tomorrow ain't so far away
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I'll be smooth like butter baby
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Hey man! Here I am
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Away from the city
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And its urban sounds
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Snap shot! Feet in the sand
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Can't stop laughing even when the sun's gone down
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Some say this way
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I guess I'll make my mind up on another day
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So Stan, what's the plan?
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Have you come around
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To deal me another hand?
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Well ou know I don't mind the walking
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And I certainly don't mind the running
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Smooth
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