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It's cold outside; there's no kind of atmosphere I'm all alone, more or less Let me fly, far away from here Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose Drinking fresh mango juice Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun From Letras Mania