| Got off the Coast of Mexico
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| Offshore window, under tow
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| Come on come on, we got sailboat anchored down
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| You and I living no one else around
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| Got broken beer bottles all across the floor
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| A swimsuit calendar on the door
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| Saw Tiffany talking to her best friend
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| I wonder if I’m ever gonna see her again
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| Aaah, come on, come on, faster, faster, go go go
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| I’m not slowing down
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| Got me thinking like, «Oh no»
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| Its the antenna on the TV
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| Hit the side of it if it stops working
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| The waves knocked over my reading light
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| Woke up screaming in the middle night
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| Tell me where I’m going
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| Baby, its better that there’s no way of knowing
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| That you left
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| Its over the end of May
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| And you’ve been gone
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| For about a 100 days
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| And it turned out so bleak
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| Such a bummer
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| Cause you ended up
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| Gone for the summer
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| I wore my underwater goggles and too much rope, uh
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| Asked if it was tied down
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| You said no
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| French navy and Italian espionage
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| At least that’s what I think I saw
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| I did a back flip baby from 20 feet high
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| I only messed up a couple hundred times
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| You want a race so
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| Get ready set go
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| I got a lifeboat you got some rope
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| Come on, come on, faster, faster, go go go
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| Ahh, now its busted up
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| Its got me thinking like, «Oh no»
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| Finally the ship is going down
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| Washed out, blue bag, leather bound
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| Rolling on my scraped up hands and knees
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| Gargoyles, shorts and a catchy tee
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| Tell me where I’m going
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| Baby, its better that there’s no way of knowing
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| That you left
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| Its over the end of May
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| And you’ve been gone
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| For about a 100 days
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| And it turned out so bleak
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| Such a bummer
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| Cause you ended up
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| Gone for the summer |