| I was feeling the blues, I was watchin' the news
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| When this fella came on the TV
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| He said I’m tellin' you that science has proved
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| That heartaches are healed by the sea
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| That got me goin', without even knowin'
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| I packed right up and drove down
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| Now I’m on a roll and I swear to my soul
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| Tonight I’m gonna paint this town
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| So bring me two piña coladas
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| I want one for each hand
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| Let’s set sail with Captain Morgan
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| Oh, and never leave dry land
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| Hey, troubles I forgot 'em
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| I buried 'em in the sand
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| So bring me two piña coladas
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| She said goodbye to her good timin' man
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| Oh, now I’ve gotta say that the wind and the waves
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| And the moon winkin' down at me
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| Eases my mind, by leavin' behind
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| The heartaches that love often brings
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| Now I’ve got a smile that goes on for miles
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| With no inclination to roam
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| And I’ve gotta say that I think I’ve gotta stay
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| 'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
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| So bring me two piña coladas
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| I gotta have one for each hand
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| Let’s set sail with Captain Morgan
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| Oh, we’ll never leave dry land
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| Hey, troubles I forgot 'em |
| I buried 'em in the sand
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| So bring me two piña coladas
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| She said goodbye to her good timin' man
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| Bring… bring… bring me two piña coladas
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| I want one for each hand
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| Let’s all set sail with Captain Morgan
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| Oh, and never leave dry land
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| Troubles I forgot 'em
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| I buried 'em in the sand
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| So bring me two piña coladas
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| And say hello to her good timin' man
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| Bring me two piña coladas
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| I gotta have one for each hand
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| Let’s all set sail with Captain Morgan
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| And we will never leave dry land
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| Hey, troubles I forgot 'em
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| I buried 'em in the sand… |