| In the hallways and the alley
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| In the freeway and the rut
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| They stream through
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| The oak trees and food trucks
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| On any afternoon or evening
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| In the parking lot or the strand
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| I’m sure they know where Valencia stands
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| So Valencia sweet talking
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| Through a field of laughing gulls
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| Is like the thin profile of a summersault
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| I call her when it’s over
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| She says «i'm tired of this job»
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| And we go stroll down the great boulevard
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| «do you see her in the street she’s so beautiful and loud?»
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| «yeah, she’s a capricorn»
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| «i hear the last one faltered, broke his neck upon her arm»
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| «she's with a new one now»
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| Bits of speech fall on the floor
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| Deadly, landing on the floor
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| Bits of speech grow arms and roar
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| Deafened in the young dumb roar
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| Little italy is built all up inside the brain
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| Of all the patrons of the White Sage
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| The dress is always changing
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| But one thing is for sure
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| That conversation’s always the cure
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| Above their heads an airplane writes in contrails in the sky
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| «oh how you look so small from most any eye»
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| I think it’s laughing with them |
| Or at them, i’m not sure
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| Either way, it makes a good picture
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| «you see them in the street she’s so beautiful and loud?»
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| «yeah, i see her skin in the clouds»
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| «so you’d be the fire that she is dancing round»
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| «i'd be a light that she’s found»
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| Bits of speech fall on the floor
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| Deadly, landing on the floor
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| Bits of speech grow arms and roar
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| Deafened in the young dumb roar
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| I’m gonna wash out all the wet fumes and the boredom of that jealous stare
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| Meet me with your 2 eyes, wet eyes wide open, so i know that you care
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| I would adore you like a blunt tool to destroy it
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| Play a dumb coward shouting, crying, to annoy it
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| I’m gonna cross out all the wet fumes and the boredom of that jealous stare
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| Or maybe i should just catch a ride to the shore
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| In a lake house in the summer
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| With a key under the door
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| I know, i go sometimes to escape the roar
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| Valencia is swimming
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| Out naked in the lake
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| With the birds brimming and
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| The water snakes |