| Down in Santa Rosa and over the bay
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| Across the grapevine to LA
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| We’ve got desert, we’ve got trees
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| We’ve got the hills of Beverly
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| Let’s burn the hills of Beverly!
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| Walk with your credit card in the air
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| Swingin' nunchakus like you just don’t care
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| This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me
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| This is the slow, sick, sucking part of me
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| And when I suck your kisses, it’s ours
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| Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch
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| To the bottom of the Tahoe Lake
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| Man-made deltas and concrete rivers
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| The south takes what the north delivers
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| You film hack, I don’t use your fade
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| Lost in the foothills on my bike
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| Drinking Euro, say goodnight
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| To the last psychedelic band
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| From Sacto, Northern Cal
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| From Sacto, Northern Cal
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| Take it neighbor, cause you’re my neighbor
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| And I need favors, you’re my neighbor
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| You’ve done me favors cause I’m your neighbor
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| I’m not your neighbor, you Bakersfield trash |