| Hello its been awhile
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| You know I wished you well
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| I wrote a song for you
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| So break the chains and damn the cell
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| You wrote love, love is everywhere
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| In the notebook you gave me
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| You made a list of joys for me and you put your name first
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| How?
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| How?
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| How is no man is an island?
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| Well with California sliding off the chart
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| Pack your suitcase up and make a brand new start
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| California sliding off the map
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| Hurry now, can you make it home, can you make it back?
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| If nothing’s built to last, why don’t you, just put me out on Alcatraz?
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| I’ve been accused a time or two
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| Of having sentimental attributes Of hanging on too long
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| When nostalgia is a vice that captures a warm place in time
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| And like a cool fog rolling in, clouding up the heart and minds
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| Whoa!
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| Whoa!
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| Oh well no man’s an island
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| Well with California sliding off the chart
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| Pack your suitcase up and make a brand new start
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| California sliding off the map
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| Hurry now, can you make it home, can you make it back?
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| If nothing’s built to last, why don’t you, just put me out on Alcatraz?
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| And every tear in your past, the reservoir you blink away
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| Washing down all the hilly streets, out into the bay
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| No man is an island, but each one does his time
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| To see if he can tough it out, in a prison of the mind
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| And like a note to a lover
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| Through the blue lines you can see
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| A chance to stay a prisoner, or an easy way to break yourself free!
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| Break yourself free!
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| Whoa California sliding off the chart
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| Pack your suitcase baby open up your heart
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| California sliding off the map
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| Hurry now, can you make it home, can you make it back?
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| If nothing’s built to last, and why don’t you, just put me out on Alcatraz? |