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The tissue box is empty |
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No coffee for my cream |
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Dogs howl in the alley |
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Crazy women scream |
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Some kids shout from their pick up truck |
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They're stoned on life and beer |
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Fifty radios playing in this street |
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But I'm still hardly here |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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We take our trouble to the Crest |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest |
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When the sun shines, things'll get moving |
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You feel close to the stars |
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There are good times walking in Laguna |
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But it rains in my heart |
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The peasants here are starving |
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They look like barrels out in space |
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Pray TV looks like pay TV to me |
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It's just a curse on the human race |
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I take a drive up to L.A. |
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In my gas guzzling limousine |
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There's a whole lot of crazy people up there |
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Living out a life in sweet ennui |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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We take frustration to the Crest |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest |
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When the sun shines, things'll get moving |
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You feel close to the stars |
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There are good times walking in Laguna |
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But it rains in my heart |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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We take our trouble to the Crest |
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Exquisitely bored in California |
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Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest |
