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Day breaks over the city of my childhood |
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Daybreak over the city I called home |
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Where the sage met the sea and the groves were sweet and green |
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It's a city that lives only in my dreams |
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The groves where we played when we were children |
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The groves where we fooled around as teens |
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Those green groves are paved from la to Santa Fe |
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That city lives only in my dreams |
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Landmarks lost to parking lots in the city I called home |
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Looking back I see what used to be |
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Now freeways crawl though the suburban sprawl |
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As far as the eye can see |
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And the city lives only in my dreams |
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Twilight shades the valley of my memory |
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When citrus groves still perfumed the sky |
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But I guess those orange blossoms weren't so special after all |
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Now it's a city of days gone by |
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Landmarks lost to parking lots in the city I called home |
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Looking back i see what used to be |
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Now freeways crawl through the suburban sprawl |
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As far as the eye can see |
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And the city lives only in my dreams |
