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Breakfast from the coffee I drop my newspaper down |
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Rub my eyeballs and read about some other town |
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A blueberry flu and message that breakfast was nice |
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When you shoot your mouth off it's better to pay the price |
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She's a tangerine |
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Made in California |
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She's a sober lay |
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Just a little haiku |
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To say how much I like you |
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Such a sexy way |
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Torn paper skin and invisible bleeding heart |
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Your words on the paper sure gave me a start |
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Your huckleberry flu and one plus one is two |
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So if I can't be me, well I might as well be with you |
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She's a tangerine |
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Made in California |
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She's a sober lay |
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She could claw your eyes out |
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Baby dry your eyes out |
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Burn your life away |
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Addicted to the music, bound to start crack again |
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Watch an evening news show, L.A. blues again |
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Your California sunshine sure gives me a sweat |
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And your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget |
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She's a tangerine |
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Made in California |
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She's a sober lay |
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She could claw your eyes out |
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Sister dry your eyes out |
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Burn your life away |
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Just a little haiku |
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To say how much I like you |
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Just a little haiku |
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To say how much I like you |
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Just a little haiku |
