| I wanna sit seaside with your hands in mine
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| Wanna count the stars when the tide is high
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| I wanna watch your face fall into mine
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| Wanna feel the sand beneath my feet
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| On an empty beach just you and me
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| This time you’re all mine
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| I wanna live in California
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| I wanna be with ya'
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| And I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| I wanna live in California
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| I wanna be with ya'
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| And I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| California
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| Gonna run my fingers through your hair
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| Don’t say a word babe, please just stare
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| I would die to see your eyes
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| Die to see your eyes
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| Yeah, you got me good in those short shorts
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| So I must admit you look real fine to me
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| But there’s more to you than this
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| I wanna live in California (oh-oh)
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| I wanna be with ya' (yeah)
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| And I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| I wanna live in California (oh-oh)
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| I wanna be with ya' (yeah)
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| And I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| I wanna live in California, oh oh oh
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| Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, yeah yeah
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| I wanna live in California
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| I wanna be with ya'
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| And I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| I wanna live in California, yeah, ooh, mmm
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| I wanna be with ya', oh na na yeah
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| I want you to be the reason for the ring on my ring finger
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| California |