| Mysterious lost weekends in a land where time stands still
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| Where people fall in love again just for one more thrill
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| My girl and I went walkin' by the Caribbean Sea
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| Someone snorkeled by, raised her head up high
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| And my girl said, «Who's she?»
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| Pre-you
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| A friend of mine who’s old not new
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| Pre-you
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| She’s just another girl that I once knew
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| Pleasant smile, a pretty face
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| Another time, another place
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| Pre-you
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| What’s a guy supposed to do
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| We’ll blame it on the weather and the stars that shine above
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| For bringing us together and filling us with love
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| So don’t you fret my lady 'cause what we have is strong
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| Let her swim away, out into the bay
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| Your place is here with me
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| She’s pre-you
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| (sax solo)
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| Long ago we were close but the fire went out
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| She’s a tease can’t you tell that’s what she’s all about
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| Like an old broken clock on the wall she’s got nothin' to say
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| She was long ago
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| She’s so yesterday
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| She’s pre-you
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| She’s just a friend so don’t be blue
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| Pre-you
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| Only yesterday just passin' through
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| Another page in history
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| Steppin' stone for you and me
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| Pre-you
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| Pre-you
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| Pre-you |