| It was a real sunny day, we were chilling in the land
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| Of the Camperdown Park, nobody had a frown
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| Reminiscing on the days when we used to have a blaze
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| Everybody came around and we laxed out on the laze
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| And I remember when we’d drink and we’d smoke
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| And we’d spar and we’d laugh
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| And the night would just go on and on
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| For the rest of my life, that memory will stay
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| Man, fuck, that was a good time
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| 'Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste
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| Forever feels like such a waste
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| So many places to be, people to meet
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| In tropical heat
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| Well, see, now this was the time when everything was perfect
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| We can jump around to the sound of the music
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| When you feel it, the bass coming through the tremolo
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| Passages just seem to go real real slow
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| And this is what I want, and this is what you get
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| Come and share a toast for all our times we recollect
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| From the start into these bends, we unwind our weary heads
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| Being clever never sweats ya when forever has no end
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| 'Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste
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| Forever feels like such a waste
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| So many places to be, people to meet
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| In tropical heat
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| I don’t feel afraid from you
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| You can not contemplate on all of what we’ve mastered
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| Compelled by different women as a strong current passes
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| All the little organisms swirling through the white
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| All my rested hollow bones ready to pick a fight
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| All my pity get witty and driven through the sky
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| All the faces that change, the same smile far and wide
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| I was coming down the other day, next thing I was years away
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| I only wish that we could stay, my brother |