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California - Rufus Wainwright |
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California, California |
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You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed |
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Big time rollers, part time models |
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So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead |
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I don't know this sea of neon |
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Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon |
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And big nights back east with Rhoda |
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California please |
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There's a moment |
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I've been saving |
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A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land |
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Up north freezing, little me drooling |
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That's Entertainment's on at eight |
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Come on Ginger slam |
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I don't know this sea of neon |
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Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon |
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And my new grandma Bea Arthur |
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Come on over |
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Ain't it a shame that at the top |
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Peanut butter and jam they served you |
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Ain't it a shame that at the top |
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Still those soft skin boys can bruise you |
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Yes I fell for a streaker |
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I don't know this sea of neon |
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Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon |
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Ain't it a shame |
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That all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions |
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Ain't it a shame that all the world |
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Don't got keys to their own ignitions |
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Life is the longest death in California |
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California |
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This is a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed |
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So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead |
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You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed |
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So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead |
