| You watched your hand hold the pen
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| And write the note, but it wasn’t you
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| And every single word was wrong
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| But every word you wrote you knew was true
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| And as you stepped into the night
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| You wondered how this ever got so damned confused
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| And again you cry in the darkness all alone
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| The bitter taste of the California goodbye
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| You watch the desert fall away to mountains
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| And to forest green and rivers blue
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| An you glance down at your watch and wonder
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| What he’s thinking now that it’s already noon
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| And then you think you’ll chance the radio again
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| Though the last time every song just made you cry
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| Wo, wo, yes, it did
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| And as you touch the dial
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| Another tear falls for the California goodbye
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| There are dreams that we can keep
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| And there are stars that shine through space
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| Though it’s cold and deep, dreams that we can keep
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| Oceans rise and fall and desert winds don’t sleep
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| Tomorrow you’ll be home again
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| A thousand memories down the road from yesterday
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| And if you’re not too late
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| You might see, baby, brother pack his things and walk away
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| But somewhere deep inside
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| You know an aching heart can never run and hide
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| Ah, then you, you wanna die
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| As the sun sets fire to the desert sky
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| A curtain falls on the California goodbye, goodbye |