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Seven days, each one mine Seven days of precious time To snowboard or to surf In my blood since my birth I've worked enough for now I've earned a break Oh I've worked...and how For once this jetway feels like freedom as a settle in my seat Can't wait to feel the rush of H2O beneath my feet
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
H2O
Seven days, each one mine Seven days of precious time To snowboard or to surf In my blood since my birth I've worked enough for now I've earned a break Oh I've worked...and how For once this jetway feels like freedom as a settle in my seat Can't wait to feel the rush of H2O beneath my feet
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
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