| Just out of reach is the gold you’re rushing for
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| With bags under your eyes
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| I’ve been chasing a rainbow, wound up at your door
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| Wanna see the other side
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| It’s not quite like I imagined, like I did before
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| When you’re pouring all your heart out
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| But you’re lying on the floor
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| All the cigarettes and hotels
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| Could be what you’re looking for
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| But it’s not what you expected
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| And you’re left wanting more
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| Don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California
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| See, everybody thinks they know ya
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| They’re only seeing what they wanna
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| Oh, don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California
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| We can dance in the streets
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| With the sun upon our skin
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| And wake up feeling burned
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| Under stars, we can freeze
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| 'Cause we’ve gotten used to heat
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| Where seasons never turn
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| It’s not quite like I imagined, like I did before
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| When you’re pouring all your heart out
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| But you’re lying on the floor
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| All the finer things and fast cards
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| Could be what you’re looking for
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| But it’s not what you expected
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| And you’re left wanting more
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| Don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California
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| See, everybody thinks they know ya
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| They’re only seeing what they wanna
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| Oh, don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California
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| Talk about the pretty parts, the ones you see on film
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| Happiness and skinny legs and living on a hill
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| Don’t talk about the ugly parts, the loneliness you feel
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| You probably always will
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| 'Cause it gets dark in California
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| I know it well, better than most, yeah
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| Don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California
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| See, everybody thinks they know ya
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| They’re only seeing what they wanna
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| Oh, don’t mind what anybody told ya
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| It still gets cold in California |