| When the sun pours down like honey
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| From the sweet California sky
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| Than the haze & the smog are both soon forgotten
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| And it’s the very same way with love now
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| When ya hurt from an old affair
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| Ya know the pain will disappear when a new love’s gotten
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| Don’t ask me why I do it
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| Cause you’ll only say «I knew it!»
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| And I’m played just like a fool everytime
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| Oh but if you know the answer
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| Than I won’t even ask her
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| Cause it’s hard enough for me to go down ONE MORE TIME
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| And when it’s 7 AM in Vacaville
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| It’s really 10 AM in GA
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| She said I didn’t wanna wake ya up just to warn ya
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| And so the taillights soon will flicker
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| And the Georgia sun will rise
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| But I will still be here in the dark in California
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| Well I’m a two-time loser
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| And that could sober up any boozer
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| Or at the very least make him looser in his prime
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| Oooh I never even called her
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| So why does everyone say I balled her
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| Cause I don’t think I have the energy
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| To go down ONE MORE TIME
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| Please don’cha say that it’s magic
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| Cause it always ends up tragic
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| The act of love so sweet will soon become a crime
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| And please doncha make me taste it
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| Though it seems such a shame to waste it
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| But I don’t think I have the energy
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| To go down one more time |