| I stretched myself across four states
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| New lands, west coast, where my dreams lay
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| I trade amber clay roads for the
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| Sea foam and the endless sun rays
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| 'Cause I was never told that I wasn’t gonna get
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| The things I want the most
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| But people always say, «If it hasn’t happened yet
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| Then maybe you should go»
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| Come get me out of California
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| No leaves are brown
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| I miss the seasons in Missouri
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| My dying town
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| Thought I’d be cool in California
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| I’d make you proud
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| To think I almost had it going
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| But I let you down
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| Too hard, to find reasons to stay
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| Even true love could not persuade
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| 'Cause I was never told that I wasn’t gonna get
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| The things I want the most
|
| But people always say, «If it hasn’t happened yet
|
| Then maybe you should go»
|
| Come get me out of California
|
| No leaves are brown
|
| I miss the seasons in Missouri
|
| My dying town
|
| Thought I’d be cool in California
|
| I’d make you proud
|
| To think I almost had it going
|
| But I let you down
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| Come get me out
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| Come get me out
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| Come get me out
|
| Come get me out
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| Come get me out of California
|
| No leaves are brown
|
| I miss the seasons in Missouri
|
| My dying town
|
| Thought I’d be cool in California
|
| I’d make you proud
|
| To think I almost had it going
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| But I let you down |