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Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season

Squalls out on the gulf stream

Big storm's comin' soon

I passed out in my hammock

And God I slept till way past noonStood up and tried to focus

I hoped I wouldn't have to look far

I knew I could use a bloody Mary

So I stumbled next door to the barAnd now I must confess, I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out and then I can go onThere's somethin' about this Sunday

It's a most peculiar gray

Strollin' down the avenue

That's known as A1AFeelin' tired, then I got inspired

I knew that it wouldn't last long

So all alone I walked back home

Sat on my beach and then I made up this songAnd now I must confess, I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain

But then it cleans me out and then I can go onWell, the wind is blowin' harder now

Fifty knots or thereabouts

There's white caps on the ocean

And I'm watchin' for waterspoutsIt's time to close the shutters

It's time to go inside

In a week I'll be in gay Paris

That's a mighty long airplane rideAnd now I must confess, I could use some rest

I can't run at this pace very long

Yes, it's quite insane, I think it hurts my brain

But it cleans me out and then I can go on

Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on

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