Here I am strolling down
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Atlantic Avenue
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With the sunlight in my eyes
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Here I am and there's nothing
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I would rather do
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When I want some peace of mind
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Oh, I leave the smoke of Rio behind,
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as evening starts to fly
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I wanna feel the ocean breeze
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where the mountains touch the sky
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So come on
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down Atlantic Avenue
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Let the samba take a hold of you;
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'cos I know there is no place
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like the Avenue
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When the music gets a hold of you
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Drive along to Ipanema,
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but there's always time to spare
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Forget the troubles of the world
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when they get too much to bear
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Oh oh, wooh
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Flying down to Rio
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never thought I would be
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walking by the ocean here today, no
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Pretty soon I got to leave,
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but I know my heart will stay
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Atlantic Avenue
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Wet Wet Wet |