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When the lights go down |
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In the California town |
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People are in for the evening |
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I jump into my car |
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And I throw in my guitar |
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My heart beat in time with my breathing |
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Driving over |
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Kanan Singing to my soul ' |
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Cause people out there turnin' music into gold |
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Ah, my buddy |
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Jim Bash He's a workin' pumpin' gas |
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And he makes two fifty for an hour |
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He's got rhythm in his hands |
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As he's tapping on the cans |
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Sings rock and roll in the shower |
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Driving over |
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Kanan Singing to the soul ' |
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Cause people out there turnin' music into gold |
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Ah, California girls are the greatest in the world |
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Each one a song in the making |
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Singin' rhymes with me, |
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I can hear the melody |
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Story is there for the taking |
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Driving over |
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Kanan Singing to the soul ' |
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Cause people out there turnin' music into gold |
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Driving over |
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Kanan Singing to my soul ' |
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Cause people out there turnin' music into gold |
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When the lights go down |
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In the California town |
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People are in for the evening |
|
I jump into my car |
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And I throw in my guitar |
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My heart beat in time with my breathing |
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Driving over |
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Kanan Singing to my soul ' |
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Cause people out there turnin' music into gold |
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Flying over |
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Kanan Singing to my soul |
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People out there turnin' music into gold |
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People out there turnin' music into gold |
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People out there turnin' music into gold |