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I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:

Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Piña Colada Song) Lyrics

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