| Well I’ve gotta get out of this place |
| I got this feeling all around me, yeah |
| I’ve, I’ve got to escape cause I know you can’t stand me, yeah |
| We’re jetting round the sun in Caribbean |
| Now the shores of Eve Lucia |
| The chintz of the manner is bound to inspire an automatic nausea |
| Wherever you are |
| I could be there |
| There you go |
| Now you know |
| You’re losing your mind |
| There you go |
| I told you so |
| You’re losing your mind |
| Losing your mind |
| Losing your mind |
| Yes, you’re losing your mind |
| Well I, I got to resist |
| Cause I know you can’t stand me, yeah |
| Well I can’t help that I exist |
| You know you can’t stand me, yeah |
| Jetting round the sun in Caribbean |
| Now the shores of Eve Lucia |
| And I know it’s bound to inspire a certain kind of nausea |
| Wherever you are |
| I could be there |
| But the rain falls hard on your dead end street |
| You don’t get nothing except the people you meet |
| You got no reason except pain and regret |
| You’re looking for something and you haven’t found it yet |
| But that’s… |
| Fair enough |
| Cause there you go |
| Now you know |
| You’re losing your mind |
| There you go |
| I told you so |
| You’re losing your mind |
| Losing your mind |
| Losing your mind |
| Yes, you’re losing your mind |
| I’m not losing mine |
| Losing your mind |
| No, I’m not losing mine |
| Losing your mind |
| Losing your mind |
| No, I’m not losing mine |
| Losing your mind |
| No, I’m not losing mine |
| (Thanks to Brittany for these lyrics) |