| Perhaps I’ve never tried that hard to see
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| A palm tree swinging lazy in the breeze
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| Perhaps I looked away too many times
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| Just ignoring all the signs
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| Riding high on a temporary vibe
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| Life and love are messy most of the time
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| Practical minds breeding practical lives
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| Leave it all behind
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| The ocean breeze, the palm trees, and the sunshine
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| Excuses that a pair of eyes can’t hide
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| Perhaps this paradise is my decline
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| Riding high on a temporary vibe
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| Life and love are messy most of the time
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| If we were sober, we would know that this is real
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| Beyond a feeling, and I’d never let you go
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| If we were sober, we would know that this is real
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| Beyond a feel, I should have never let you go
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| Down in Mexico
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| We could be drinkin cheap tequila en the playa esquinita
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| And it sure is good to see the sea again
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| We could be drinking cheap tequila en the playa esquinita
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| And it sure is good to see the sea again
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| We both know what this could be or pretend that it’s not happening
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| Float forever, take a trip with me
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| Live forever in a postcard where it lives and breathes in blue and green
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| And roaring up a gentle breeze,
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| We’re riding high on a temporary vibe,
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| Life and love are messy most of the time
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| If we were sober, we would know that this is real
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| Beyond a feeling, and I’d never let you go
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| If we were sober, we would know that this is real
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| Beyond a feel, I should have never let you go
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| Down in mexico
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| We could be drinking cheap tequila en the playa esquinita
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| And it sure is good to see the sea again
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| We should be drinking margaritas in a foreign buena vista
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| And it sure is good to see you once again |