| Cool water
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| Running down my face
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| California in the winter
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| Such a pretty place
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| She got warm blood
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| Running through her veins
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| Baby I won’t complain
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| 95 degrees in the shade
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| California in the winter
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| Nothing’s changing around here
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| I was thinking after dinner
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| That we could walk down
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| Make out underneath the pier
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| Ohh
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| The nights are slowly getting longer
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| It doesn’t get cold in L. A
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| The wind just gets stronger
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| Warm blood running through her veins
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| Baby I won’t complain
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| 95 degrees in the shade
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| California in the winter
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| Nothing’s changing around here
|
| I was thinking after dinner
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| That we could walk down
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| Make out underneath the pier
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| It might as well be the fourth of July
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| Fireworks blasting in the sky
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| When I look in your eye
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| Sand and the wind blow sunset
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| Blowing west side throw my W in the sky for it
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| And all my troubles seem to fly away
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| When i’m riding down the high way
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| It’s hot today
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| Check the temperature gage
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| It’s 95 degrees in the shade
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| In the winter
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| Nothing’s changing around here
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| I was thinking after dinner
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| We could walk down
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| Make out underneath the pier |