Vacation

We shut down the factory
And we travelled many miles
To recharge our batteries
And to lick our wounds a while
We have a house out by the seaside
Where the scenery always said
No television by the seaside
And ain't no telephone to get
And swear this is the closest
Heaven anyone can get

This is the dream about vacation
Summer really came to stay
And we will meet you on the station
If you would like to come and play
I can see the boats are sailing
The sun is hot, the water's wet
And on the air our songs are playing
And I can almost bet
No, I swear this is the closest
Heaven anyone can get

'Cause we shut down the factory
Went as far as you could get
From the pounding of the factory
And I can almost bet
No, I swear this is the closest
Heaven anyone can get

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Credits
Writer(s): Fredrik Dahl, Bo Sundstrom, Mats Schubert, Michael Malmgren, Henric Dahl
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