| Crowded highways and sunsets
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| Never thinking you’re underdressed
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| Fake friends who feast off of your flesh
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| California will never rest
|
| Crowded highways and sunsets
|
| Never thinking you’re underdressed
|
| Fake friends who feast off of your flesh
|
| California will never rest
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| So here it goes again
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| Tonight we’ll pretend
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| We don’t notice it
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| We’ll drink until we feel
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| Yet another shot ideal
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| We lose focus, shit
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| The answer plays on in our heads
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| Black and white torn images
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| We’ll drift into our inevitable irrelevance
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| One more night parading what’s cool
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| Beauty and the fate of its rule
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| We’re running from our family and friends, they’re evidence
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| You’ll find me at the end
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| With my good intentions spent
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| It can feel so real to be alone
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| If honest never lasts
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| In the land of all excess
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| You can buy your love and that’s the catch
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| The answer plays on in our heads
|
| Black and white torn images
|
| We’ll drift into our inevitable irrelevance
|
| One more night parading what’s cool
|
| Beauty and the fate of its rule
|
| We’re running from our family and friends, they’re evidence
|
| Crowded highways and sunsets
|
| Never thinking you’re underdressed
|
| Fake friends who feast off of your flesh
|
| California will never rest
|
| Crowded highways and sunsets
|
| Never thinking you’re underdressed
|
| Fake friends who feast off of your flesh
|
| California will never rest |