Bobby's off on holiday
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Away across the sea
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Setting up his easel
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A new scene to see
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Says that he's had enough
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Of standing in the rain
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Now he's looking for the good life
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With European pain
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Did you know
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Your garden's overgrown
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And what is shown?
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Meeting all these pretty girls
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Singing golden hair
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He's in touch with the painter's mind
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And Syd's unflinching stare
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Drinking wine in the Moulin Rouge
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Sipping kaffee in Berlin
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Might take in the coloured lights
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In the city they call sin
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He could see
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The writing on the wall
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Ten feet tall
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But oh there are times
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He wished the world
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Would fade just into sight
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And oh, the feelings that changed
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Were thicker than the brush
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Strokes of fame
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Now he rides the dirt roads
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Of old southern Spain
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And when senoritas sing
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He can hear them say
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Did you know
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Your garden's overgrown
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And what is shown?
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He could see
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The writing on the wall
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Ten feet tall
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When Your Garden's Overgrown
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| Paul Weller |
