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It's a cold and rainy Friday night |
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City life's got me all uptight |
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My mind keeps wandering far away |
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Vibrations tell me it's time to leave L.A. |
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Going back to Big Sur |
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Wish I could leave today |
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I want to walk beneath those Redwood trees |
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Just south of Monterey |
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A little cabin, quiet and alone |
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No television and no telephone |
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Water trickling down this little stream |
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Makes you wonder, is it all just a dream? |
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Going back to Big Sur |
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This time, I might just stay |
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Going back and straighten out my head |
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Just south of Monterey |
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Gentle people all around |
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Never try to put you down |
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Makes you feel like someone new |
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And they don't care who you are or what you do |
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Guess I'll drive up highway |
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I dig the ocean, kiss the setting sun |
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The stars dancing in the sky |
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Sort of puts you on a natural high |
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And that girl |
