So tired of the race you were out of your face
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When you said that you'd take a vacation
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Away from the pain and the mind numbing strain
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Of your drastically changed situation
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Your friends said you should it would do you some good
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To break out of that morbid routine
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You've been here a day it's not easy to say
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But you're starting to see what they mean
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Standby for Majorca sunshine and beer
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Escape from the rain eases the pain but I wish you were here
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You sit by the pool and you feel like a fool
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'Cos your mind doesn't match what you're wearing
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All morning you fought in your heart 'cos you thought
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You'd be left with this burden you're bearing
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You're starting to brood there's a change in the mood
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So you go for a walk in the sand
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There might be a way this could all be OK
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It just won't be the way that you planned
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Standby for Majorca sunshine and beer
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It's ninety degrees under the trees but I wish you were here
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You're taking some stick 'cos you're dressed up so slick
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And you're starting to fancy your chances
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Still bored with the pub you'd endure the flash club
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As a means to some short term romances
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There's one in the queue and she's staring at you
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And it's making you feel so alive
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It might be sometime 'till you'd call yourself fine
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But at least you're now gonna survive
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Standby for Majorca sunshine and beer
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It's great to unwind far from the grind but I wish you were here
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Majorca
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Blood Or Whiskey |