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Nibblin on sponge cake, watchin the sun bake, all of those tourist covered 
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with oil.  Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing, smell those 
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shrimp there beginnin to boil.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville,   searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some peolple claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's nobody's
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fault.
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Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season.  Nothin to show but this 
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brand new tattoo.  But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here 
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I haven't a clue.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville,   searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, now I think, hell it could
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be my fault.
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I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top, cut my heal had to cruise on 
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back home.  But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render, that
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frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville,   searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's my own 
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damn fault.  Yes and, some people claim that there's a woman to blame, and 
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I know, it's my own damn fault.