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Oh California, if there's one thing |
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I like to see, |
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It's miles of asphalt boiling under the sun. |
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I'm rolling up my sleeves and |
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I'll waitFor the moon rise for any phase it's in. |
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Pray I see no black dogs running |
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And ride all night till the early morning. |
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Steer with the memories that swim around my head. |
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Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better off dead... |
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And I won't slow down. |
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Oh California. |
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One thing that |
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I'll see.It's blacktop burning under the gun. |
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Running state to state and |
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I'll waitFor the sun rise and the calm before the storm. |
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Pray I see no black dogs running |
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And ride all night till the break of dawn. |
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Steer with the memories that swim around my head. |
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Some are foolish, some are wise, and some just better off dead... |
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And I won't slow down. |
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Oh California. |
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You're where |
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I need to be. |
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I'm heading to your mountains, |
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Through your rivers, on to your sea. |
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And I'll make it only if |
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I stay rolling. |
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From there don't care where |
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I'm going. |
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Break for food, smoke, and fuel, |
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Come on 50 cent cup to burn up my throat! |
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Steer with the memories, that swim around my head. |
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Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better of dead... |
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And I won't slow down... |
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And I won't slow down |
