| Who can tell us now how to steer the canyon
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| Who can tell us now how to find a way
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| Who would ever know when you go missing
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| Who would have known
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| Who could have said
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| Who could really know really know if it’s okay
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| Gonna grow old in California
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| Gonna grow old and never see it through
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| Cry out
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| Cry now
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| Cry out to the fool who could live in the Moon and the sky
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| Cry out
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| Cry now
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| Cry out to the men who just left us wondering why
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| Gonna grow up in California
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| Gonna grow up and never see it through
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| And we called him
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| And we called him with our love
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| Cry out
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| Cry now
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| Cry out to the fool who could live in the Moon and the sky
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| Cry out
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| Cry now
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| Cry out to the men who just left us wondering why
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| Can’t stop the world from breaking up
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| Can’t stop the world from breaking you up
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| Can’t stop the world from breaking up
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| Can’t stop the world from breaking you up |