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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTrying to Reason With Hurricane Season (With Jimmy Buffett)
Squalls out on the gulf streamBig storms coming soonI passed out in my hammockGod, I slept a way past noonStood up and tried to focusI hoped I wouldn't have to look farI knew I could use a Bloody MarySo I stumbled next door to the barAnd now I must confessI could use some restI can't run at this pace very longYes, it's quite insaneI think it hurts my brainBut it cleans me out and then I can go onThere's something about this SundayIt's a most peculiar grayStrolling down the avenueThat's known as A1aFeeling tired, then I got inspiredI knew that it wouldn't last longSo all alone I walked back homeSat on the beach and then I made up this songAnd now I must confessI could use some restI can't run at this pace very longYes, it's quite insaneI think it hurts my brainBut it cleans me out and then I can go onWell, the wind is blowin' harder nowFifty knots of there aboutsThere's white caps on the oceanAnd I'm watching for water spoutsIt's time to close the shuttersIt's time to go insideIn a week I'll be in ol' ParisYeah that's a mighty long airplane rideAnd now I must confessI could use some restI can't run at this pace very longYes, it's quite insaneI think it hurts my brainBut it cleans me out and then I can go onYes, it cleans me out and then I can go onYes, it cleans me out and then I can go on
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