| This scene is dull divine
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| Enemies, they start surrounding me
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| Mostly in my head cause I swear
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| I’ve never been so depressed
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| I can’t stand anyone here
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| I’m thinking, «let's just disappear»
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| And we’ll roll the dice
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| On a beach-front tropical paradise
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| I’m ready to go where palm trees always blow
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| I’m sick of this crowd, We are getting out!
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| I wanna go where there’s no one we know
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| Where stars glitter like a 70's disco
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| Come on, come on, I say «Let's get outta here!»
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| We gotta go where we have no worries
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| Wet beaches and dry martinis
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| Come on, come on, let’s get outta here
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| Let’s get outta here
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| Maybe I’m going crazy
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| The mainstream never made any sense to me
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| Always on the outside looking in
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| But I swear that we’re fitting in
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| They say we’ll never make it
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| Truth is I couldn’t care any less
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| I think the visions of grandure
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| Are the only gifts I’ll ever have
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh
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| We are getting out!
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| I wanna go where there’s no one we know
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| Where stars glitter like a 70's disco
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| Come on, come on, I say «Let's get outta here!»
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| We gotta go where we have no worries
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| Wet beaches and dry martinis
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| Come on, come on, let’s get outta here
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| I’m ready to go where palm trees always blow
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| I’m sick of this crowd, We are getting out!
|
| I wanna go where there’s no one we know
|
| Where stars glitter like a 70's disco
|
| Come on, come on, I say «Let's get outta here!»
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| We gotta go where we have no worries
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| Wet beaches and dry martinis
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| Come on, come on, I say «Let's get outta here!»
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| We gotta go where we live out loud
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| You know we’re sick of this crowd
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| Come on, come on, let’s get outta here
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| Let’s get outta here
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| Let’s get outta here |