Judging from the way your resignation is looking
It's a necessity that you start booking
...Your tickets now...
Holy cow...
Far far away from here I've been told
Of where the roads are paved in gold
It's worth a chance to find that place
Now make haste, before they give chase
Be as the lightning
There over the hills
It never worries about paying the bills
Be as quick as nature can be frightening
Someday we may find these days were delighting.
The times now are few
Even a waste to bide over wine, .
Just as the beach awaits the high tide.
My heart is here, opened wide
This love is divine.
I want you.
You're mine.
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