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Gettin' born in the state of Mississippi |
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Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie |
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In Alabama she would swing a hammer |
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Price you gotta pay when you pick the panorama |
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She never knew that there was anything more than poor |
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What in the world? What does your company take me for? |
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Black bandana, sweet Louisiana |
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Robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana |
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She's a runner, rebel and a stunner |
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Oh her merry way sayin' baby whatcha gonna |
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Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal forty five |
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Just another way to survive |
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California rest in peace |
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Simultaneous release |
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California show your teeth |
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She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah |
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She's a lover baby and a fighter |
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Shoulda seen her coming when it got a little brighter |
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With a name like Dani California |
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Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya |
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A little loaded, she was stealin' another breath |
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I love my baby to death |
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Who knew the other side of you? |
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Who knew what others died to prove? |
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Too true to say good bye to you |
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Too true to say say say... |
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Push the fader, gifted animator |
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One for the now and eleven for the later |
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Never made it up to Minnesota |
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North Dakota man was a gunnin' for the quota |
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Down in the badlands she was savin' the best for last |
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It only hurts when I laugh |
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Gone too fast... |
