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Smokey room and a thin blue light |
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Her arms were pale as white |
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Trying to outlast the night |
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Howlin' at the moon |
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Living in the canyon then |
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Hangdown Hanna and Whiskey Jim |
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Dirty jeans and mudslide hymns |
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That all began with soon |
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So Adios to California |
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Nothing to do but turn around |
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Always thought there's someone comin' for ya |
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Only way you'd leave this town |
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Pasadena in the rain |
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Eatin' donuts and readin' Twain |
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How much longer can my brain |
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Set itself on fire? |
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You said 'That's it for me' |
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Have a little faith, it might set you free |
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But your faith is no good, you see |
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For me and my desire |
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So Adios to California |
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Nothing to do but turn around |
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Always thought there's someone comin' for ya |
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Only way you'd leave this town |
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Two cigarettes from the package gone |
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You must have thought about it just that long |
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I never knew you were so strong |
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I guess I never will |
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So Adios to California |
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Nothing to do but turn around |
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Always thought there's someone comin' for ya |
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Only way you'd leave this town |
