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This town is a deceptively cold place |
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With the Alemany Gap darkening out your face |
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The tempered glass of the Oakland Hills |
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flashes the sun back in flames from the window sills |
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I could stay, I could stay, I could stay |
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I could stay here with you |
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Under the neon blue sky |
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Pink clouds humming by |
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Because I don't have anywhere else to be |
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There's no particular place for me |
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I could've ended up anywhere |
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I could've followed anyone |
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But we're standing here on this faded fishing pier |
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With nightfall threatening all afternoon |
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But I could stay, I could stay |
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I could stay here with you |
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Under the cyan sky |
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Anna's Birds humming by |
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Because I don't have anywhere else to be |
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There's no particular place for me |
