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Sittin' high on a hillside takin' in all the growth
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Time to throw away my problems
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Cause I made 'em up myself
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So I took all those worries, put 'em up on a shelf
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And headed on down to the sea shore
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Clouds slowly passin' as I walked on the sand
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I picked up a seashell and I made up my plan
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I could feel the spirit of life in my hand
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As I reached my destiny
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Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
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I feel free
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Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
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Where I can have my own space
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I walked on the beach in the early morn
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I ran on the sand till I could breathe no more
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I stood on a rock looking out at the sea
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And believed what I said when I said
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I feel free
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Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
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I feel free
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Whoa ho ho ho oh oh oh whoa
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Where I can have my own space
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My Own Space
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| Steve Miller Band |
