| Burn it down
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| Now we can’t have anymore
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| So turn it south
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| We’re headed for sunny shores
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| Pick me up in your limousine
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| Take me out to lunch
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| Pry my mind with the best champagnes
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| And make me talk too much
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| Something’s always wrong with this situation
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| (Something's always wrong)
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| 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along
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| I know someone that looks like you
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| But they don’t have the fire you do In your eyes
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| Heads up Here she comes
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| Eyes glazed over
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| And a bottle of fun
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| She keeps moving
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| But she’s fading fast
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| She says she’s never felt sicker
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| But she’s having a blast
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| But look inside
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| She feels like crying
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| Bottle’s dry
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| And no one’s buying
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| Something’s always wrong with this situation
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| (Something's always wrong)
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| 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along
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| I know someone that looks like you
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| But they don’t have the fire you do In your eyes
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| Have a drink to toast yourself
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| And another to your health
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| And one more for the road
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| And the good times
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| Burn it down
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| And we can’t have anymore
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| So turn it south
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| We’re headed for sunny shores
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| Something’s always wrong with this situation
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| (Something's always wrong)
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| 'Cause when it comes down to you and me We never get along
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| I know someone that looks like you
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| But they don’t have the fire you do In your eyes
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| In your eyes
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| In your eyes |