| The ACs broke, but I got the ocean breeze
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| I got nothin', but nothin’s all I need
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| 'Cause it’s free
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| Sail away, kind of c’est la vie
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| I’ve hit every bar on A1A
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| Thought the blue would chase my blues away
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| But I’m on day seventeen
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| Losin' my mind and my memory
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| So I’ve been shootin' tequila 'cause it’s all my fault
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| Take it or leave it with a grain of salt
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| And I’ve been runnin' 'til I ran out of shore
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| If you need me, I’m at the last resort
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| In Miami, my Amy left me high and dry
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| The whole thing went thought and so did I
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| So bye-bye
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| Don’t know if these Keys will work, but I’ll try
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| I’ve hit every bar on A1A
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| Thought the blue would chase my blues away
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| But I’m on day twenty-three
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| Losin' my mind and my memory
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| So I’ve been shootin' tequila 'cause it’s all my fault
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| Take it or leave it with a grain of salt
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| And I’ve been runnin' 'til I ran out of shore
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| If you need me, I’m at the last resort
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| Note in the bottle, yeah, that’s all she wrote
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| So I’ve been coasting on down the coast
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| My buzz is high, my expectations low
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| And I got nowhere else to go, so
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| I’ve hit every bar on A1A
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| Thought the blue would chase my blues away
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| But I’m on day one hundred three
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| Losin' my mind and my memory
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| So I’ve been shootin' tequila 'cause it’s all my fault
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| Take it or leave it with a grain of salt
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| I’ve been runnin' 'til I ran out of shore
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| If you need me, I’m at the last resort
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| Hey
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| I’m at the last resort |