| I went to California
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| I needed sun, I warned you
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| When the green of your eyes met my blue by surprise
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| There was a storm, yeah
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| We could send letters
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| Beautiful, let us?
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| I could illustrate for you my day to day
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| Would that mend us?
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| Desire lines sent me to Badlands
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| But I am on my way back now
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| I’m going to love you as I know how
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| I know how
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| The shade of Jacaranda
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| The heart is a lonely hunter
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| You mention the name
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| That fills my lungs with pain, eyes like Panda
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| I could bottle up this love
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| Find a stall and serve it up
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| It won’t be the same, my heart’s calling your name, love
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| Desire lines sent me to Badlands
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| But I am on my way back now
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| I’m going to love you as I know how
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| I know how
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| Desire lines sent me to Badlands
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| But I am on my way back now
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| I’m going to love you as I know how
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| I know how
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| Desire lines sent me to Badlands
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| But I am on my way back now
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| I’m going to love you as I know how
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| I know how
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| Ginger Rogers Road, I was heading home
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| With an official polling card to vote for you, lad
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| I vote for you, lad
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| I vote for you, lad
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| I vote for you, lad
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| I vote for you, lad
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| I vote for you |