| It ain’t the weather, that brings you down
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| The darkest shadows I’ve ever found
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| Somewhere down along these streets of gold
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| My dreams like property I bought and sold
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| Goddam California
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| I’ll miss my Tennessee
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| Nobody here will ever want you
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| Just how cold it all could be
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| Now the canyons and the boulevards
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| The loneliness has never been far
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| I see their faces as they turn away
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| The old ones disappear while the young ones stay
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| Goddam California
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| I’ll miss my Tennessee
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| Nobody here will ever want you
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| Just how cold it all could be
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| Nobody ever wants to go
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| Nobody ever wants to leave
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| Nobody tells you who they are
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| Only who they want to be
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| Goddam California
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| I’ll miss my Tennessee
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| Nobody here will ever want you
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| Just how cold it all could be
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| Just how cold it all could be
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| Just how cold it all could be |