Don't matter where we go,
Somewhere with no responsibilities,
And there's no one we know,
Where I can see you in your bathing suit,
Relaxing in the sun,
I'll lie beside you and read you a book.
Should I tone down my imagination?
Somehow the world won't know where we are,
It will be iced-over.
Until we've spent a lifetime together,
Though we won't get older.
That's what I call,
A real life get-away.
What good is escaping reality,
If you carry it with you, anyway?
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