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She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good |
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I've taken to drinking, and given up food |
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I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun |
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I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum |
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I'm selling my memoirs, |
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I'm writing it down |
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If no one will pay me |
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I'll burn down the town |
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I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky |
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If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy |
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I'm buying a ticket for places unknown |
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It's only a one-way: |
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I'm not coming home |
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She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name |
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To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame |
