| Yes, yes, yes, things’re gonna be fine
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| When the sky is my cover, a big yellow ball
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| The sun is my lover
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| I take my skateboard n' my good feeling with me
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| I’m heading to a place where I can get the
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| Sun on my face
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| I’m leaving my house n' my mouse
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| N' all my stuff 'cos I’ve had enough, yah!
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| I just wanna be close to the sun
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| N' that’s all folks
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| I wanna burn my skin in the heat
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| I wanna be bare-footed
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| My throat feels dry, n' I cannot speak
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| Nomatter how much I try
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| Of this moment I’m learning
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| That I’d better stay cool
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| To avoid the burning!
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| Kola with ice would be nice
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| Come n' get it!
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| Kola! |
| It’s a fact that I need it
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| Kola with ice
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| Well, well, well, it’s hot like hell, yo
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| I kick off my shoes, yah, I’ll survive
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| Without my shoes, well back to fact
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| I ain’t turning back — I’m looking for a kola
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| I’ll open up the can, can
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| Gonna drink it down, down
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| I’m in the middle of a desert now
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| Go to the shop said a boy
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| Take a left from the corner…
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| I’m gonna make a list
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| What I’m gonna order
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| How can I get to the shop
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| In this heat, when the street
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| Under my feet is burning, yah
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| Of this moment I’m learning
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| That I’d better stay cool
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| To avoid the burning! |