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California grace. |
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A palm tree can grow up and reach the sky, |
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I never did stop and wonder why. |
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It seems they climb into outer space, |
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I guess it's cause they're living under California grace. |
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California grace. |
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Dear mother don't misunderstand your son, |
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Think I'm crazy to live my life on the run. |
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I'll write this line of your pretty face, |
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Say I'm doing just fine, my California grace. |
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California grace. |
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Dear sweet woman put your hand in mine, |
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I've got my mind made up this time. |
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You and I are getting out of this place |
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Don't forget to pack up your California grace. |
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Smog fills the sky with pink and blue, |
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Beautifies the air while it's killing you. |
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Sounds like that's the place where we ought to be. |
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Let's hitch a ride in California gracefully. Gracefully yeah. |
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Miles of road that we haven't seen, |
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Ancient ruins, fields of green. |
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Come on girl, we got dreams to chase, |
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Young and under California grace. |
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Please dear woman, won't you follow me? |
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Open your mind and set me free. |
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You and I ain't gotta win no race, |
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We're young and under California grace. |
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Say I'm doing just fine, my California grace. |
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We're young and under California grace. |
