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He's
got to be on the go
That's
how he keeps in the flow
He's
gonna get a slice of paradise
Bodies
stripping, soaking up the sun
Like
an endless summer only just begun
How
we love to sail away
Feel
the rush of the wind in his our faces
We're
slaves to the rhythm of love
That's
why we all need
Action,
the adrenalin rush
Living
on the edge of every situation
Every
new wave brings a new crave
For
some action
That's
why they call him Irieman
Every
new spill brings a fresh thrill
He's
always looking for a new rush
New
touch, new brush with danger.
He
loves the sun in his face
He
loves the wind in his hair
He's
gonna be on the the beach
He
feels so out of reach
Gonna
be flipping and flying
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