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He lost that lovin' feeling. Whoooa, that lovin' feeling.
He put the bop in the bop-shoo-wop.
He's not ready to make nice. He's not ready to back down.
He had you at "Hello."
He's got two tickets to Paradise; why don't you pack your bags and leave tonight?
He's wasting away again in Margaritaville.
He blinded me with science.
He is just a monkey man, and he's glad that you're a monkey woman, too.
He found his thrill on Blueberry Hill.
He's coming out, so you better get this party started.
He's killing me softly with his song.
He's gonna use his arms, gonna use his legs, gonna use his smile, gonna use his sidestep...
He don't really love me, he just keeps me hangin' on.
He's got friends in low places.
He can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles.
He's sorry, so sorry...
He don't wanna be a pinhead no more, he found a nurse that he can go for.
You may be right, he may be crazy, but he just might be the lunatic you're looking for.
AND FINALLY...
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When he bit off more than he could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
He ate it up and spit it out.
He faced it all and he stood tall;
And did it HIS way!
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