Sans souci, ah, sans souci
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They got no room here for someone like me
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Oh, the mountains start to giggle
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When the springtime waters wiggle
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Down the mountainside
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I can hear the fishes swishing
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Just as loud as I'm a wishing
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When I hit the tide
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Sans souci, ah, sans souci
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They got no room here for someone like me
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Try to tell me I was evil, try to trample on my soul
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Try to make me think that they were righteous
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But the plot of the lie was whole
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Sans souci, ah, sans souci
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They got no room here for someone like me
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Ah, the earth, it starts a squaking
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'Cause it knows that love is walking
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And it ain't no dream, no, you ain't no dream
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Sans souci, you ain't no dream
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Try to tell me I was evil, try to trample on my soul
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Try to make me think that they were righteous
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But the plot of the lie was whole
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Feel yourselves with all laughing and talking
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That used to be
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Go, go, go, go
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Sans souci
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Sans Souci
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| Lucy Woodward |
