| I live in a new construction home
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| I live on the strip behind the dealership, yeah
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| I live in a greenhouse and I am getting wasted, yeah
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| Temperature rising
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| I can feel it all the way down
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| And what hits the spot, yeah, like Gatorade?
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| You and me baby, hittin’the spot all night
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| Up in the light of the high Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise
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| Definitely you can come and live with us I know there’s a space for you in the basement, yeah
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| All you gotta do is help out with the chores and dishes
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| And I know you will
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| Rest assured, comfortable
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| You have nothing
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| The face of earth will be white
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| And after all, yeah, all of it Indian paintbrush and a couple of brown finches
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| Right there in the light of the high Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise
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| I welcome the new construction roads
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| I see that my silhouette is golden, yeah
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| I know the horizon is bright and motionless
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| Like an EKG of a dying woman
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| Far away from the light of the high Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise
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| High Temecula sunrise |