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doll squad's at the drive-in |
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it's 1973 |
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the fruit is full and fat this year on the orange trees |
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which grow in clusters |
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the city sixty miles away |
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as the sunset tries desperately to break through the gray |
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and the stardust came down, royal blue |
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as the san bernadino sky showered over you |
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coming home early is always a mistake |
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but when you see that woman on the sofa something in you breaks |
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you've got a celluloid tendency to flare out and blaze |
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and the report sounds once like a failed hymn of praise |
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and the stardust came down, royal blue |
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as the san bernadino sky showered over you |
