| Two thousand, seven hundred ninety-four miles from here to L. A
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| Two hundred forty-three gallons of gas stretched over two days
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| Two suitcases of clothes, a guitar, and some shoes for ballet
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| Two lovers who saw a normal life and drove the other way
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| California, California
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| We’ve waited on you, please don’t let us down
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| California, California
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| We’re bankin' on you this time around
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| Two thirty in the morning and he’s counting the tips in the jar
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| Two stings of the six he’s gotta fix on his trusty guitar
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| Two blocks down the street she’s there to meet him and she brought the car
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| Too bad that she’s the only on who knows that he’s a rock star
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| California, California
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| We’ve waited on you, please don’t let us down
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| California, California
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| We’re bankin' on you this time around
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| Two auditions down, one to go, then she’s headed to work
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| To a diner where she waits for her big break off Twenty-Second and Third
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| Today might be the day she gets the news that she’s never heard
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| And can finally go home to a man that’s gonna be proud of her
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| California, California
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| We’ve waited on you, please don’t let us down
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| California, California
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| We’re bankin' on you this time around
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| Two thousand, seven hundred ninety-four miles from here to L. A
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| Two lovers who saw a normal life and drove the other way |