We're going to the seashore
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Gonna burst upon the brine
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From a car that's full of babies
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And dogs and food and wine
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Sand in our suits and salt in our hair
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And everyone feeling so fine
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The sky is so blue
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You can see right through
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My heart is so big
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I can't get through the door
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That's what I'm here for
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We're going to the country
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And we're gonna plant some wheat
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We're gonna steal some cow corn
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And drive across the fields
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Dance around the scarecrows
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And do whatever we please
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We're going to the country
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In our little deux-chevaux
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We're gonna put the top down
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Crank the radio up full
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Honk at all the cars we meet
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And let them know we know
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The sky is so blue...
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We're going to the mountains
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If there's still a little snow
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Gonna do some spring-skiing
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Go as fast as we can go
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Give instructions from the chairlift
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And tell all those tourists to go for it
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See the shorts and t-shirts
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Go whizzing through the trees
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With their Hollywood sunglasses
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And the scratches on their knees
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Yodelling on the mountainside
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And cutting the air like chickadees
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The sky is so blue...
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We're going to the cliffs now
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To see if we can fly
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I think I could do better
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With your wing out of my eye
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You can see for miles up here
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Open heart in open sky
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The sky is so blue
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You can see right through
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Our hearts they are so big
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We can't get through the door
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That's what we're here for
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The Sky Is So Blue
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Jane Siberry |