| On the road to nowhere, every day was just the same
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| So I took my belongings, and hitchhiked no more to blame
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| To California, in the warm Summer of love
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| All my life I been searching
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| All my life I been searching
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| I came to a crossroad, where a stranger gazed and spoke
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| He was looking kinda peculiar
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| In a purple coloured cloak
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| He wore a token, never seen before
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| He said: All my life I been searching
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| All my life I been searching
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| Sunset in Southern California
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| And the morning seems so far so far away
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| Sunset in Southern California
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| In the distance there’s the light of San Diego
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| I came to his temple at noon the second day
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| It was a lot of mumbling, in the shadows did they pray
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| Feeling kind of dizzy, a gong struck and people chanted
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| All my life I been searching
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| All my life I been searching
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| Then a kind of leader, appeared in fume and smoke
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| All dressed in silver
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| An authoritarian bloke
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| He turned around and talked to me
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| With a demagogic voice
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| All my life I been searching
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| All my life I been searching
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| In the distance there’s the light of San Diego
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| In the distance there’s the light of San Diego
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| In the distance there’s the light of San Diego |