I don't wanna live
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anywhere
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I wanna live, I wanna live everywhere
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in a rolling big house
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full of fresh air
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a motor bungalow,
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round and comfortable
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like a highway yacht with a shower,
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no stairs
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you can anchor her,
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you can anchor her anywhere
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sleep a week or so
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and get to know the local jokes
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in a motor bungalow,
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round and comfortable
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In the bungalow breakfast nook
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on the bungalow breakfast table
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violets picked in Vermont
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and shells knicked on a Florida jaunt
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and a menu from Cohens restaurant
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in a motor bungalow
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motor bungalow
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One morning
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roll down the windows
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let the north wind in
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and fly across the continent
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up to Canada,
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whoa, Canada
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to view a true moose, uuhhhmm
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wet your pants, ha!
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in a cold stream
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eat home-made ice cream
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and live
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in a motor bungalow
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Motor Bungalow
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Adrian Belew |