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This is California, found a room to rent |
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A pool party, drug induced, with friends that heaven sent |
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You can see our baggage on the diving board |
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Mine looks like the dad and son splashing back and forth |
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Hope is where it started so a "fuck off" to fateful ends |
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We're landing on over complication or oblivion |
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There's more forgiveness lower down our necks, yeah |
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You can strum your hardest and get away with hoping for the best |
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Hold me down for an hour or two |
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I'll paint your face on a blood balloon |
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And you won't know if you believe |
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In something more than the belief |
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A future investment in the future's con |
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I guess everyone is part perfect storm and part broken song |
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So to those who can't afford bronchitis ya' settle for a cough |
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Afraid of where you're going so you purposely stay lost |
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Hold me down for an hour or two |
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I'll paint your face on a blood balloon |
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And you won't know if you believe |
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In something more than the belief |
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There's no belief in simply being |
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There's no belief in simply being |
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This ain't California (This ain't California) |
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This ain't California (This ain't California) |
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It's simply me! |
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Romanticize the past while the future is in full collapse |
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You can |
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Hold me down for an hour or two |
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I'll paint your face on a blood balloon |
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And you won't know if you believe |
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In something more than the belief |
