| I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| Carolina’s been good to me
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| But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| California’s where I want to be
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| Twenty years of the same sun rising
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| My southern roots have just been holding me down
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| I wanna free fall over Mulholland
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| Out where the Eagles met Jackson Brown
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| Sit and watch the sun go down
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| 'Cause I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| Carolina’s been good to me
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| But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| California’s where I want to be
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| From the Outer Banks to the City of Angels
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| One-room apartment on the Boulevard
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| Fifth show at the Troubadour and it’s standing room only
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| An A&R man with a business card
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| Says I’m gonna be a star
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| 'Cause I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| Only so many smiles I can fake in a row
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| So many friends that I really don’t know
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| Blue Devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear
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| «Look homeward angel, what you doing out here?»
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| It’s been a long three years
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| And I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| California’s been good to me
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| But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
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| Carolina’s where I’m meant to be, yeah
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| And Carolina’s still home to me
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| (I'm coming home)
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| Oh, oh
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| (I'm coming home, Carolina)
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| Oh, oh |