| So this ain't the end, I saw you again, today
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| I had to turn my heart away
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| Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone
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| And tales, it never fails
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| You lying so low in the weeds
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| I bet you gonna ambush me
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| You'd have me down, down, down on my knees
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| Now wouldn't you, Barracuda? |
| Oh
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| Back over time we were all trying for free
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| You met the porpoise and me
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| No right, no wrong you're selling a song, a name
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| Whisper game
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| If the real thing don't do the trick
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| You better make up something quick
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| You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick
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| Oooo, Barracuda, oh yeah
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| "Sell me, sell you" the porpoise said
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| Dive down deep to save my head
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| You, I think you got the blues too
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| All that night and all the next
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| Swam without looking back
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| Made for the western pools, silly, silly fools
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| If the real thing don't do the trick, no
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| You better make up something quick
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| You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick
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| Oooo, barra-barracuda |