| He’s no Dora back from Bora Bora
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| Jumps in head first row, the whitewashed to the shore
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| And you saw him cannonball, come crashing down the falls
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| You saw him somersaulting down to the ocean floor
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| Back to back got beat down by no shack
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| He went from swarms to sewers tagging their attack
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| Without a T-shirt on, phenom-phenomenon
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| An old white turtleneck leaving Saskatchewan
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| Through the drug-up empty field of dirt
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| On leafy branches peeking through
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| Down the cliffside, dig and drag your feet
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| Left to dry your soaking socks and shoes
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| He’s a Northern Californian, or so he says
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| Ended up in Carpinteria cause he went the wrong way
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| Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
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| T-shirt read, «Jesus Saves» and he was yelling out, «No Valleys»
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Boys in poster red shred, hockey equipment 'neath the bed
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| Swimsuit calendar on the wall, deflated basketball
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| Limbo says, «You don’t know no Jose Conseco»
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| Got dirty laundry on the floor, got piled up against the door
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| Through the drug-up empty field of dirt
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| On leafy branches peeking through
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| Down the cliffside, dig and drag your feet
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| Left to dry your soaking socks and shoes
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| He’s a Northern Californian, or so he says
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| Ended up in Carpenteria cause he went the wrong way
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| Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
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| T-shirt read, «Jesus Saves» and he was yelling out, «No Valleys»
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| He’s a Northern Californian, or so he says
|
| Ended up in Carpenteria cause he went the wrong way
|
| Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
|
| T-shirt read, «Jesus Saves» and he was yelling out, «No Valleys»
|
| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella
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| Hella, hella, hella |