| Winter Park, what a mess you’ve made us.
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| After one long drive, we can hardly speak.
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| So I’ll set up camp on an itchy carpet
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| Where, thanks to you, we’ll make plans for the week.
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| Eight words of advice:
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| Keep your pneumonia the hell away from me.
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| 'Cause it could have come at a better time
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| As you’ve overdosed on supplements and herbal tea.
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| It’s breaking my back, bearing every situation.
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| And, at the risk of an attack, I’ll use delicate persuasion
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| To keep you in the other room.
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| Winter Park, what an ironic statement.
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| Over one long night, we can hardly speak.
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| Watching romance happen after hours,
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| But if you need to know, your secret’s safe with me.
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| These things aren’t new to me.
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| I know it’s exactly where you want to be.
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| But to bear the doubt is a troublesome route.
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| Who’s laughing now?
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| It’s breaking my back, bearing every situation.
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| And, at the risk of an attack, I’ll use delicate persuasion
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| To keep calm and carry on.
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| To avoid the night completely.
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| To drive us downtown.
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| To watch a shuttle launch and Aaron sing.
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| But what should have been or even is…
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| Don’t get the wrong impression.
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| Talking over and over and over and oversight.
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| Getting underwhelmed by a quieter sound tonight.
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| So draw a finger to your mouth
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| And start setting up your vows
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| Of getting out of the house
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| And driving East and down.
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| 'Cause word is getting around.
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| Winter Park…
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| What a mess you’ve made us. |