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`It's the smiling on the package it's the faces in the sand;
its the thought that moves you upwards, embracing you with two hands.
When your friends they do come crying tell them how your pleasures set up on
S L O W R E L E A S E
its the thought that moves you upwards, embracing you with two hands.
When your friends they do come crying tell them how your pleasures set up on
S L O W R E L E A S E
There's a lustre from the city lights
on the waves that kiss our feet;*
on the waves that kiss our feet;*
leave your mark, wherever you go...