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You watched your hand hold the pen, |
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and write the note, but it wasn't you. |
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And every single word was wrong, |
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But every word you worte you knew was ture. |
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And as you stepped into the night, |
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you wondered how this ever got so damned comfused, And again you cry. |
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In this darkness all alone. |
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The bitter taste of the california goodbye. |
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You watch the desert fall away the mountains, |
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and to forest green and rivers blue. |
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An you glance down at your watch and wonder, |
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what he's thinking now that is already noon. |
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And then you think you'll chance the radio again, |
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Though the last time every song just made you cry, yes it did. |
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and as you touch dial another tear falls, |
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for the california goodbye. |
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There are dreams that we can keep, |
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and there are stars that shine through the space though it's cold and deep. |
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Dream that we can keep, oceans rise and fall |
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and desert winds don't sleep. |
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Tomorrow you'll be home again, |
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a thousand memonries down the road from yesterday. |
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and if you're not too late, |
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you might see, baby, brother pick his things and walk away. |
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But somewhere deep inside, |
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you know an aching heart can never run and hide. |
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And then you, you wanne die. |
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As the sun sets fire to the desert sky, a curtain falls, |
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On the california goodbye. |
