| Infatuation, she’s a fatal attraction
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| Hang around, screw up my mind
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| I hope I’ve seen her for the very last time
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| (Dangers of drinking), but I don’t want to die
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| Got to leave this cycle behind
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| I hope I’ve seen her for the very last time
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| And I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| I can’t wait another day
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| I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| Tomorrow she goes away — ay, hay
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| Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
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| I feel a presence following me So I know I’ll never be free
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| And I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| I can’t wait another day
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| I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| Tomorrow she goes away — ay, hay
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| Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
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| I feel a presence following me So I know I’ll never be free
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| And I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| I can’t wait another day
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| I can’t wait 'til tomorrow
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| Tomorrow she goes away — ay, hay |