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Kola

Yes, yes, yes, things're gonna be fine
When the sky is my cover, a big yellow ball
The sun is my lover.
I take my skateboard and my good feeling with me
I'm heading to a place where I can get the sun on my face
I'm leaving my house and my mouse
And all my stuff 'cos I've had enough, yeah!
I just wanna be close to the sun and that's all folks
I wanna burn my skin in the heat
I wanna be bare-footed
My throat feels dry, and I cannot speak
No matter how much I try
Of this moment I'm learning that I'd better stay cool
To avoid the burning!

Kola with ice would be nice
Come n' get it!
Kola! It's a fact that I need it
Kola with ice

Well, well, well, it's hot like hell, yo
I kick off my shoes, yah, I'll survive
Without my shoes, well back to fact,
I ain't turning back - I'm looking for a kola
I'll open up the can, can,
Gonna drink it down, down.
I'm in the middle of a desert now
Go to the shop said a boy
Take a left from the corner...
I'm gonna make a list what I'm gonna order
How can I get to the shop
In this heat, when the street under my feet is burning, yah,
Of this moment I'm learning that I'd better stay cool to avoid the burning!

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