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Squalls out on the gulfstream
Big storm's coming soon
Passed out in my hammock
God I slept till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I Hoped I wouldn't have to look far
Knew I could use a bloody mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

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And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out
And then I can go on

There's something about this Sunday
It's a most perculiar gray
Strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A
Feeling tired, I never got inspired
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on the beach and then I made up this song

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Well the wind is blowing harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
There's white caps on the ocean
And I'm watching for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
In a week I'll be in gay Paris
And that's a mighty long airplane ride

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