| On the way to california
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| And I don’t mean california literally
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| I was thinking, it’s so comforting quiet
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| You read so softly over my head
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| It’s late but I’m maintaining interest in the things that you say
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| I could listen to you speak all day
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| In the silence dripping wet with
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| Kisses running down my lips
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| Could be just a good friend
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| Who knows at this point anyway
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| There’s just something about the way you surrender your eyes
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| Without this barrier of bodies, we’d already be inside
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| On the way to calfornia
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| And I don’t mean california literally
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| I was thinking, I was thinking, I’m not dreaming
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| Not this time anyway
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| Doo do do…
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| I’ve go t a feeling buried deep down inside of me
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| I’ve got a feeling buried deep down
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| And who knows what it means to have a feeling
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| Buried so deep down
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| But I’ve never felt quite so open for love
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| I’ve never felt quite so open before
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| And maybe my imagination runs away with me
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| You know I don’t mind
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| You know I dont mind
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| You know I dont mind at all
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| Oh no… at all
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| And if should take me id let you break my heart
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| Oh no…
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| And if you should take me I’d let you break my heart
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| Oh… my heart
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| Oh… my heart |