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You ran away to the sun in California. |
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I'll stay the same |
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under gray skies I'll come undone, |
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And I know on holiday, |
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The grass so green, |
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Yes you ran away, |
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To find the bright white lights of Hollywood |
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Sometimes in the rain, |
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I think I'd like to burn, I never will |
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And I know On holiday, |
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The green green grass of holiday. |
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So look down, look down, |
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Everybody loves you oh |
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And my my my can anybody fly |
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This plane home? |
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And get down, hurry down, |
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There's people waiting for you oh |
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And why why why won't anybody fly |
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This plane home? |
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Yes you, ran away, to catch the sun in California |
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I'll stay the same, |
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Under gray skies I'll come undone, |
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And I know on holiday, |
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The green green grass of holiday. |
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So look down, look down, |
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Everybody loves you oh |
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And my my my, can anybody fly |
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This plane home? |
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And get down, hurry down, |
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There's people waiting for you oh |
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And why why why, won't anybody fly |
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This plane home... |
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So look down, look down, |
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Everybody loves you oh |
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And my my my, can anybody fly |
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This plane home? |
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And get down, hurry down, |
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There's people waiting for you oh |
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And why why why, won't anybody fly |
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This plane home ... |
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So look down, look down, |
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Everybody loves you oh |
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And my my my, can anybody fly |
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this plane home? |
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And get down, hurry down, |
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There's people waiting for you oh |
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And why why why, won't anybody fly |
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This plane home? |
