| Love’s like fishing in the ocean
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| Starve for days to catch a break
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| Waiting in that boat alone
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| The fish know something you don’t
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| They told me there ain’t many of us down here
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| All the good ones have been hooked
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| But I threw back the finest one
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| Now I’m the one who’s been cooked
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| It’s too late, my baby’s gone
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| How’d I blow it, now I know that he’s the one
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| But I took too long
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| Well, everybody’s got a notion
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| Of how their story’s meant to be
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| But I got blinded by the stars
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| And missed the part meant for me
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| Yes, I got all swept up with emotion
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| But it’s too hot for me to face
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| Might’ve had a better plan
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| If I wasn’t caught up in the chase
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| It’s too late, my baby’s gone
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| How’d I blow it, now I know that he’s the one
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| But I took too long
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| Baby, he called me, baby
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| When we were planning our registry
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| In tennis doubles and in couple’s therapy
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| I’d make a special kind of wish list for Christmas
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| In our casa suburbia
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| And all the neighbors would say
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| They can’t possibly go to bed and read, oh
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| Oh, he got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| It’s too late, my baby’s gone
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| I could kick myself 'cause yeah, I was horribly wrong
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| It’s too late, my baby’s gone
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| He got away, he got away
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| He got away, he got away
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| How’d I blow it, now I know that he’s the one
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| But I took too long
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| She took too long
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| Oh, whoa
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| Don’t rub it in
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| She took too long
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| Don’t rub it in |