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She wants to go to Mexico |
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Guess I'm happy where I am |
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I'm talking to a boy who's ready to go |
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And he says he's got a master plan |
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I'll be alright on my own |
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Don't worry about me |
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Pack your bags, your alibis |
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And do whatever's gonna set you free |
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I never thought I'd be living without you |
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There's better things to do |
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Than doing something new |
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Just because its new |
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And takes away the blues |
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For a week or two |
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Before it comes back to haunt you |
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Thinkin' about flying to the gold desert |
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Where the sun never ceases to shine |
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Where the water is green |
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And the girls are blue |
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And the atmosphere is mine |
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I'll sing my songs for a couple of francs |
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And maybe a bottle of wine |
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Drinking the remnants of the Riviera |
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Dancing in the scape of time |
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I never thought I'd be living without you |
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There's better things to do |
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Than doing something new |
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Just because its new |
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And takes away the blues |
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For a week or two |
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Before it comes back to haunt you |