| This is a song that I wrote about a trip down to Florida one time
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| I went down, I went down there with my supposed best friend and girlfrend,
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| alright
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| So we had this Delta 88 that we were driving down for some woman who lived in
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| Fort Lauderdale
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| And by the time we got to North Carolina, my best friend and my girlfriend we
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| in the backseat of the car making out
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| Now, at the time, I was into uh, the collective non-existence of love
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| And uh, and I just said, «Well, that’s great then, right?»
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| And, I, I thought I could be strong
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| But no ladies and gentlemen, I couldn’t handle it, I started freaking out
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| And so, we got down to Florida and there was one night I was watching them
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| screw on the beach
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| And that was okay, you know, that wasn’t so bad
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| Then we went back to my mother’s trailer home and they were sort of covered in
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| tar from the beach
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| You know, our beaches in North America, I guess, you don’t out here, but anyways
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| Haha, so I get home, and so, they go into the shower, right
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| And they start screwing in the shower
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| The next day, the next day, I went into the shower and there’s like tar and
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| feet stains and everything all over the place in the shower
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| And I had to clean it all up there with my tears and my sixpack,
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| ladies and gentlemen
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| And I remember Florida
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| The land of endless malls
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| Images of Elvis flicks
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| Convertibles and blondes
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| And I remember Nat King Cole
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| Singing a song about the rain
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| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again
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| Oh yeah, I’m feeling blue again
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| And I remember drinking
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| In those air-conditioned bars
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| Putting all my quarters in a juke-box
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| With big silver stars
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| And I remember crying
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| And I remember Nat King Cole
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| Singing a song about the rain
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| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again
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| Yeah, I’m feeling blue again
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| Everybody now
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| And it was just like a vacation
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| And I’m sure we had us some fun
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| It was just like a vacation
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| And I swear we even sat out in the sun
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| Make us cry, James
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| You see my, my mother owned a trailer home
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| On west Broward past A1A
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| And to beat the north wind
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| We took a spin
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| To that tin can by the sea (Tell us a story)
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| Well I thought she was mine
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| But she was just passing time
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| She even passed town out of my car
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| And left me with Nat King Cole
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| And the silver stars
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| Oh, Nat King Cole and the silver stars
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| And it was just like a vacation
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| And I’m sure we had us some fun
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| It was just like a vacation (Just like a vacation)
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| And I sure we had us some fun (We had some kind of fun)
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| It was just like a vacation (Come on, people, we’ll always be people)
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| And I swear we even sat out
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| Yeah, I swear we even sat out
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| Yeah, I swear, swear we even sat out in the sun
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| In the sun
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| In the sun
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| In the sun
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| The good people of Saskatoon
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| Las Vegas has another child |