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Feels like a ghost here in this room |
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Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume |
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All around me, all around you |
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In from the window for a drag of your perfume |
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Let's move back to California |
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Let's make a promise, baby |
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Let's both be there |
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Put our feet deep in sand |
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This garden's only got four corners |
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Back to your trenches, back to California |
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The days keep coming and the years overlap |
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Been crawling all over each other like wet cats |
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I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes |
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And I don't think it's half as funny as I used to |
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Let's move back to California |
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Let's make a promise, baby |
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Let's both be there |
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Put our feet deep in the sand |
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Let's leave behind these maps and handguns |
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We're on our way back to California |
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We've got California in our eyes |
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Come on and catch us if you can |
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With California in our eyes |
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Passing down through a valley full of lost sheep |
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Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway |
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Mercury rising and poppies in bloom |
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This is the kind of thing that I can get used to |
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Let's move back to California |
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Let's make a promise, baby |
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Let's both be there |
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Put our feet deep in the sand |
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There's still no shortage in creating bad blood |
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We're on our way back to California |
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We've got California in our eyes |
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Come on and catch us if you can |
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With California in our eyes |
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Fast as we can |
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Back to California |
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Come on and catch us if you can |
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Back to California |
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Fast as we can |
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Back to California |
