The beer is ice cold
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And it's sold
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From a supermarket that keeps their prices down
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This day is not pretentious or fake
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Home town Sunday shining
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And it takes a day like this to make me understand
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That you can't beat the sweet feeling of sand
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Between your toes, this is how it goes
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Down with a beer in my hand
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My best friend's to the left
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She's closest to the esky
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She passes me a Coopers
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And she glistens in the sun
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Baby made a good call to take me from the fish bowl
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Looks all cool on videos but sometimes it's no fun
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It's all very good at first
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All the beer and cocaine
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I'm on the beach in the first verse
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With my kid and no fame
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And it just feels so very real to me
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So I'm asking myself
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Baby, what's the deal?
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I spent two years with the summer in my rear view
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Now I'm looking through my shades
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I've finally got a clear view
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Of blue skies and wet sand
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All of this, how could you
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Want any more than this
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Tell me how can this be true?
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And it's like so hot
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And I'm not no matter what you say
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Ain't gonna stray from this wicked spot
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I've frozen in Germany
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And burnt up in Spain
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Man, Amsterdam nearly fried my brain
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So on the plane I had a day to think
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About being here and sipping this drink
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So I'm playing with my kid
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Hanging with my girl
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Watching my belly turn pink
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Asking myself
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What's the deal?
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What's The Deal?
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28 Days |