| Oh, welcome friend
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| Is it just the one bag you’re checking in?
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| Oh here it is, I can see your name
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| It’s all been taken care of
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| Mmhmm
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| Just let me get you to sign on the dotted line
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| For your lonely soul
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| Oh, here are the keys, concierge
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| Take this light to his room
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| And explain the rules of Lonely Boy’s Paradise
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| I suggest you start at the bar on the beach
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| Meet a girl, fall in love for the night
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| And find something smooth
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| To wash this lil' memory down
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| Mm, see her across the room
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| She’s dancing like the room just tipped to the sky
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| She’s shining bright
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| Oh, she takes you by the hand
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| Mm, you treat her like a man
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| Mm, as she’s spinning round
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| She’s looking in into your eyes
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| And you roll on down the beach
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| Take off your clothes
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| And jump in the ocean
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| You swim out across the shore
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| And you look back to the beach
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| And there’s a lobster laughing
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| Smoking a lil' cigarette
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| He’s thinking, God
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| I’ll never leave this place alive
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| Here, in the lonely boys paradise
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| Check in, but you can never leave
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| Lonely boys paradise
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| Mm when she kisses your lips
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| Tastes like peaches and cream
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| And she looks in your eyes
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| And she tells you that she’s having a good time
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| And she never wants this to end
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| Mm, she opens the mini bar
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| Pours us a drink then we will look at the stars
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| And when I look down to see
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| The concierge smoking his cigarette
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| He’s thinking, God
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| They’ll never leave this place alive
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| Here at the lonely boys paradise
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| You can check in but you can never leave
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| Lonely boys paradise
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| Here, at the lonely boys paradise |