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Hey, you Hey, you, don't be silly Pull the condom on your willy Rich in paradise You are You are You, you, you are You, you, you are Zippin' up my boots Going back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Ain't talkin' 'bout no roots in the land Talkin' 'bout the roots in the man Ah, ah, zippin' up my boots Going back to my roots, yeah I'm homeward bound Got my head turned around Going back to being myself I can't live for nobody else I've been living in a world of fantasy And I'm going back, going back to reality I've been searching for riches I had all the time Finding out happiness is just a state of mind Just a state of mind Just a state of mind I'll, I'll, I'll bass you I'm zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth I ain't talkin' 'bout no roots in the land I'm talkin' 'bout the roots in the man Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots You could be rich in paradise Rich (Rich, rich, rich) In paradise I'm homeward bound Got my head turned around Going back to being myself I can't live for nobody else Living in a world of fantasy I'm going back to reality Searching for riches I had all the time Finding out happiness is just a state of mind Just a state of mind Just a state of mind
Writer(s): Roberto Biffi, Marco Frattini, Luciano Bericchia, Roberto Frattini, Corrado Foresti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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