| This ain’t end, I saw you walkin' in today
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| Had to turn my heart away
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| Smile like the sun, kisses pourin' in
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| And tales that never fail
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| You’re lyin' so low in the weeds
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| I bet you think you’re gonna ambush me
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| But you got me down, down, down, down on my knees
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| Oh child, barracuda
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| Back over time we were doin' fine
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| I see you never fancied me
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| No right, no wrong, sell a song
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| A name wins the game
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| And if the real thing don’t do the trick
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| You’d better make up somethin' quick
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| Or you’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wind
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| Oh, barracuda
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| And if the real thing don’t do the trick
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| You’d better make up somethin' quick
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| Or you’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wind
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| Oh, barracuda |