| You are talking of Heaven
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| When you talk of the West
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| And as a sample of Heaven
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| California is best, da-da-da-da
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| I’m getting tired of the rain and snow
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| My weary brain is cryin' Westward-Ho
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| Train pulls out at eleven
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| For that rose-covered nest
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| Oh, Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, I’m comin' to ya
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| Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, sing Hallelujah
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| I’ll live in the sun, boom-boom, love in the moon
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| Where every month is June
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| A little sun-kissed blonde, da-da-da-da, is comin' my way
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| Just beyond that Lincoln Highway
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| I’m goin' strong now, it won’t be long now
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| Open up that Golden Gate
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| Mountains and mountains, rivers and fountains
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| Rocks that are aged and worn
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| Acre after acre of the richest soil
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| A hundred million billion barrels of oil
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| Prairies and prairies, cattle and dairies
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| Under a heaven of blue
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| And right at the tail, the end of the trail
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| Thousands of boats sailing through that
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| Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, I’m comin' to ya
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| (Come on, get hot!)
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| Golden Gate, da-da-da-da, sing Hallelujah
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| I’ll live in the sun, ah, love in the moon
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| Where every, where every month, every month is June
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| A little sun-kissed blonde is comin' my way
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| Right beyond that Lincoln Highway
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| I’m goin' strong now, it won’t be long now
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| Open up that Golden, Golden Gate |