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You |
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Poor you |
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Playing so long but you're still not grooving |
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I see you running but I see you ain't moving |
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And me |
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Pitiful me |
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I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing |
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The forest let alone the trees |
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California here I come |
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Open up your golden arms |
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I had enough of the New York City slums |
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My brother he went before me |
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My God watch over me |
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California here I come |
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Can we stop |
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Obsessing |
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There's food on the table let's count our blessings |
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How come we wanna be messing |
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Messing around |
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With the wild wild west |
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Must be a better life than this |
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How come |
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Some people got it all |
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Some people got none |
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I been banging my head against |
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The writing on the wall |
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But now |
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I just wanna have fun |
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California here I come |
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Open up your golden arms |
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I had enough of the New York City slums |
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My brother he went before me |
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My God watch over me |
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California here I come |
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California I'll be there |
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Let me fall into your hair |
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I won't be guilty for my New York City care |
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My sister come along with me |
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Our God is offering our share |
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California I'll be there |
