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Staying in is the new going out |
| I was going to go out today to France or Rome or to the Bay The sun was out, the weather was hot but in the end, I did not Yesterday I nearly left I packed my bag, my trunk, my chest my floppy hat and sun tan oil but the journey seemed like too much toil I need to take a holiday to leave this place, get far away but every time I go to leave My legs go weak and begin to freeze The world outside is big and wide I am a gnat, a bug, a fly The noise and rush, the hustle and bustle chills my nerves, my brain, my muscle So I paint the walls with happy scenes of beaches, hills and lucious greens I wish, I wish I could just get away but for my vacation it's here I'll stay |