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I took a trip up the west coast |
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LAX to SFO |
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Was searching for a temp so low |
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And a summer high |
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The Sun swayed and set slow |
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Made waves with some friends I know |
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Got lost in the ebb and flow |
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Of the drifting tide |
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(And I) |
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I didn't ever want to come down |
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From that West Coast rush and summer high |
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And easy, peaceful sense of time |
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(I felt so alive) |
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Now I'm alone when I'm back home |
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It's cold and old |
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But in my mind |
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I |
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I am |
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Miles and miles |
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Away |
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Pretty pretty girls on two wheels |
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Dolores Heights and a laid back feel |
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We sat and drank for a while until |
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The city came alive |
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We were smoking with strangers |
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We were dancing with the lights on |
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I was singing to "The Angels" |
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See that's my favorite X song |
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In my mind I'm miles away |
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When the buzz ain't like it was |
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Well then it's time for a change |
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Just a subtle change |
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A tongue full of only tomorrow's |
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Will never quench your thirst for today |
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So what do you say we take a trip miles away |
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I don't ever want to come down |
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From this west coast rush and summer high |
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And easy, peaceful sense of time |
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(I feel so alive) |
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At the moment any place I go |
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Is beautiful |
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Because in my mind |
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I |
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I am |
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Miles and miles |
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Away |
