| I’m hearing the light from the window
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| I’m seeing the sound of the sea
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| My feet have come loose from their moorings
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| And I’m feeling quite wonderfully free
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| And I think I will travel to Rio
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| Using the music for flight
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| There’s nothing I know of in Rio
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| But it’s something to do with the night
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| And it’s only a whimsical notion
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| To fly down to Rio tonight
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| I probably won’t fly down to Rio
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| But then again I just might
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| There’s wings to the thought behind fancy
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| There’s wings to the thought behind play
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| And dancing to rhythm of laughter
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| Makes laughter the rhythm of rain
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| And I think I will travel to Rio
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| Using the music for flight
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| There’s nothing I know of in Rio
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| But it’s something to do with the night
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| And it’s only a whimsical notion
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| To fly down to Rio tonight
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| I probably won’t fly down to Rio
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| But then again I just might
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| I feel such a sense of well-being
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| The problems have come to be solved
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| And what I thought was proper in battle
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| I see now was proper for love
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| And I think I will travel to Rio
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| Using the music for flight
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| There’s nothing I know of in Rio
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| But it’s something to do with the night
|
| And it’s only a whimsical notion
|
| To fly down to Rio tonight
|
| I probably won’t fly down to Rio
|
| But then again I just might
|
| And I think I will travel to Rio
|
| Using the music for flight
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| There’s nothing I know of in Rio
|
| But it’s something to do with the night
|
| And it’s only a whimsical notion
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| To fly down to Rio tonight
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| I probably won’t fly down to Rio
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| But then again I just might |