Okay this it It seems to me that I need a break from you, from myself It don`t matter no more now who`s to tell Everybody may think I`m wrong But I`m the one who`ll be laughing `till the break-o-dawn Gotta plan, his name is Stan Believe it or not he dealt me a real good hand Well you know I don`t mind where this plane may take me `Cause I ain`t got no worries, I`m ready Gotta run, gotta get away Come back on another day Tomorrow ain`t so far away I`ll be smooth like butter baby Hey man! Here I am Away from the city And its urban sounds Snap shot! Feet in the sand Can`t stop laughing even when the sun`s gone down Some say this way I guess I`ll make my mind up on another day So Stan, what`s the plan? Have you come around To deal me another hand? Well ou know I don`t mind the walking And I certainly don`t mind the running
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