| When I was young my mother told me
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| She said son take your time
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| Don’t fall in love too quickly
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| Before you know your mind
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| She held me around the shoulders
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| And in a voice soft and kind
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| She said love can make you happy
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| And love can rob you blind
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| Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
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| There’s no gold I thought I’d warn you
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| And the hills turn brown in the summertime
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| Will I may learn to love you
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| But I can’t say when
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| This morning we were strangers
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| Tonight we’re only friends
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| But I’ll take the time to know you
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| I’ll take the time to see
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| There’s nothing that I won’t show you
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| If you take your time with me
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| Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
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| There’s no gold I thought I’d warn you
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| But the hills turn brown in the summertime
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