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I'm on a side o'canyon road |
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A people drive and stare |
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I'm eating dust inside my throat |
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Away from the face I wouldn't wear |
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The ground spins inside my head |
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And I can't drive anymore |
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Just bring my body down |
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And dream of what there was before |
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Promises, my promises |
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They take me all the way to extreme |
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My California promises |
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They locked me up inside of a dream |
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I see the shadows on a strip |
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Thay come and stay for good |
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Sleepwalking grace with broken bones |
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They've come to conquer Hollywood |
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They fly at night to the candle light |
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They burn their wings and feel no pain |
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The part that once you got |
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You must go on and keep on playing |
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Promises, my promises |
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They take me all the way to extreme |
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My California promises |
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They locked me up inside of a dream |
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Stare, staring in the sky |
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Trying to catch a side of angels flying |
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See the sky with angels flying |
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Stare, staring in the sky |
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I just see the eyes that never crying |
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Promises, my promises |
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They take me all the way to extreme |
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My California promises |
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They locked me up inside of a dream |
