Once again
Tomas Eriksson on his yellow drums
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Got down to a grave decision
And decided to give it a go
As my doubts became revelations
I told my poor self, "Man, I told you so"
Streets of gold and skies so starry
Gonna get me some history
Ended up on a sad safari
Through a sorry ass atate of human misery
Got it all like I thought I would
Got more and I got it good
But I never fully understood
I need a holiday from my vacation
Holiday from my vacation
To recuperate from recreation
Get away, I need a holiday from my vacation
I faced facts, I faced the muzac
Blasting soft and loud
I've had enough, I gotta get on back
Can't stand another elevator facing the crowd
Knee deep in exploitation
But it's good for the economy
So here I am for some relaxation
Basking in the deepest of despondencies
Got it all like I thought I would
Got more and I got it good
But I never fully understood
Holiday from my vacation
Holiday from my vacation
To recuperate from recreation
Gotta get away, I need a holiday from my vacation
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Got it all like I thought I would
Got more and I got it good
But I never fully understood
I need holiday from my vacation
Holiday from my vacation
To recuperate from recreation
Gotta get away, I need a holiday (holiday)
Holiday from my vacation
Holiday from my vacation
To recuperate from recreation
I gotta get away (get away)
I need a holiday (holiday)
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I need a holiday
I need a holiday
I need a holiday, yeah
Oh, yeah