I stood up on a wave and I felt just like a king
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So I rode it all the way to the palace of the queen
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She was looking so devine and I keep away the pearls
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Just a picture of a swing through a keyhole of the girl
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I crept in to the room to investigate the sound
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That was keeping me awake and driving me around
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And I sold my soul to follow teenage dream
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And now I'm living like a kid in my Iberian dream
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But every time I look I can feel my temperature rise
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Whenever I dive down deep in her Iberian eyes
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I sat up on my bed in the middle of the night
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Just imagining a world were everythings all right
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I couldn't hear a soul no I never heard a squeal
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Just the sound of yawning drivers who were sleeping at the wheel
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I had it hanging there in my mini-scooter ride
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But it never really matters since we follow behind
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I sold my soul to follow teenage dream
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And now I'm living like a kid in my Iberian dream
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But every time I look I can feel my temperature rise
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Whenever I dive down deep in her Iberian eyes
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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I sold my soul to follow teenage dream
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And now I'm living like a kid in my Iberian dream
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I sold my soul to follow teenage dream
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And now I'm living like a kid in my Iberian dream
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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I can feel it
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