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There's something about the weather that ev'rybody loves |
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They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento |
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And when the sun is up in the sky |
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The wind is blowing by the riverside most ev'ry day |
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You're in Sacramento - a wonderful town |
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Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din |
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There's something about the people that ev'rybody knows |
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That gives you a tender feeling of confusion |
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You're feeling lonely but you don't know |
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Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow |
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You're in Sacramento - a wonderful town |
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Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din |
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Now that spring is near again |
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And you're thinking if only you were not so lonely - boo-hoo |
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But you can ease your restless mind (ease your restless mind) |
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'Cos all the people are lovin' kind in Sacramento |
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There's something about the weather that ev'rybody loves |
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They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento |
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You're feeling lonely but you don't know |
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Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow |
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You're in Sacramento - a wonderful town |
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Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din |
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Sacramento, Sacramento |
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Sacramento, Sacramento |
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Sacramento, Sacramento |
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Sacramento, Sacramento |