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So, this ain't the end, I saw you again
I had to turn my heart away.
You smiled like the sun,
kisses for everyone.
And tales, it never fails.
You're lying so low in the weeds,
I bet you're gonna ambush me.
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees.
Now, wouldn't you,
Back over time,
we were all trying for free.
Met up with porpoise and me.
No right, no wrong,
selling a song,
And if the real thing don't do the trick,
you better make up something quick.
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn out to the wick.
"Sell me, sell me," the porpoise said
dive down deep, to save my head, you.
I think that you've got the blues, too.
All that night and all the next,
swam without looking back.
Made for the western pools.
Silly, silly fools.
If the real thing don't do the trick,
no, you better,
make up something quick.
You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn it out to the wick.
Ooooh, barra, barracuda.