| Somebody
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| Said they saw you leaving
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| But not with me
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| I found your ring
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| By the bathroom sink
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| With no note explaining
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| And everybody’s looking for something
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| But I’m getting tired of looking for you
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble in paradise
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| Ooh, why do I feel a change in the air tonight
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| Ooh, why do I go back without thinking twice
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| I get back home
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| And you surprise me waiting
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| There in the door, baby
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| Your face lights up
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| No, not complaining
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| You fuck me up
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| Oh everybody’s looking for something
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| But I’m getting tired of looking for you
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble in paradise
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| Ooh, why do I feel a change in the air tonight
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| Ooh, why do I go back without thinking twice
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble
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| Look, paradise
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| Pair of dice with me
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| I ain’t even gambling
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| My (votacapo)
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| At least that’s what I know
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| He the type to risk it all
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| Some cheap-ass Moscato
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| Ever know a man that just focus on vibrato
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| That ain’t got you just to pump up his bravado
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| You the type to see the map and fly out to Cabo
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| I’m the type to cruise wherever I go
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| Typo, iso
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| This is me, you are you
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| Mirror me, now play your cards
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| I’m just following suit, dude
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| Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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| Fresh off the plane
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| Gimme the loot, gimme the loot
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| Go drop the top
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| Stick a move, stick a move
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| It’s time to pay the dues, overdue
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| And I don’t need no institution
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| I ain’t bout to pay 'em from my own two cents
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| No sir
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| Hate it gotta be like this
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| How we in the sand but it’s still conflict
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble in paradise
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| Ooh, why do I feel a change in the air tonight
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| Ooh, why do I go back without thinking twice
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| Ooh, oh no, why’s there always trouble in paradise
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| And I don’t need no institution
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| I ain’t bout to pay 'em from my own two cents
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| No sir
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| Hater gotta be like this
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| How we in the sand but there’s still conflict
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| Ooh, why’s there always trouble in paradise |