| When the wintry winds start blowing
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| And the snow is starting to fall
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| Then my eyes turn westward knowing
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| That’s the place that I love best of all
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| California, I’ve been blue
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| Since I’ve been away from you.
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| I can’t wait till I get going
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| Even now I’m starting in a call
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| California, here I come
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| Right back where I started from
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| Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
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| Each morning at dawning
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| Birdies sing and everything
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| A sun kissed miss said «Don't be late!»
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| That’s why I can hardly wait,
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| Open up that Golden Gate!
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| California, here I come!
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| California, here I come, yeah!
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| Right where I started from
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| Where bowers are flowers bloom in the spring
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| Each morning at dawning
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| Birdies sing and everything
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| A sun kissed miss said «Don't be late!»
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| That’s why I can hardly wait
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| Open up, open up, open up that Golden Gate!
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| California, here I come! |