| I guess I’ll go to California
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| Seems like I’m always on the run
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| Nobody ever needs a loser
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| We just exist under the sun
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| But someday, somehow, someone may need me
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| When my drifting days are done
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| Well, I’m aimlessly drifting
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| Looks like I live from day to day
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| Hard as I try to make a showing
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| Something is always in my way
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| Even the one I truly love now
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| Deals in the games that people play
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| Every time I love I always lose
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| Seems like I’ll never ever win
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| Each I hear them lonesome blues
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| I’m all alone at home again
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| Seems like I’m just existing
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| Aimlessly drifting to no end
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| All that I ask of this old world
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| Is just to have a happy home
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| All that I ask of one little girl
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| Is just to be my very own
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| It seems just like I’m just existing
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| Aimlessly drifting along
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| Yes, I’ll go to California
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| Seems like I’m always on the run
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| Nobody ever needs a loser
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| I just exist under the sun
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| But someday, somehow, someone may need me
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| But my drifting days be done |