| Take me back to the West coast
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| Where the sun shines all day
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| Weaving through the heart of Los Angeles
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| To the San Francisco bay
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| Take me down to the south land
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| Oh I need that humid air
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| I put two feet through the old church door
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| Holy water on through my hair
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| Take me up to the North side
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| Let me sleep under the pines
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| Where the starlight falls upon my face
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| And the redwoods whisper lies
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| Let’s go on over to the east coast
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| 'Cause the boys know how to dress
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| Gotta dime bag in their pocket
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| They don’t care if I’m a mess
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| Oh na, oh na na, care if i’m a mess
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| Oh na, oh na na, care if i’m a mess
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| Freedom, freedom on my mind, yes I do
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| Freedom, freedom on my mind, oh yeah, oh my my
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| Take me back to the West coast
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| Catch the sun before it sets
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| I drink a 40 in the middle of your headlights
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| Run your fingers down my legs
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| My heart’s forever open
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| It doesn’t matter where I go
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| I got my roots deep in California
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| But the road got into my bones
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| Oh na, oh na na, got into my bones
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| Oh na, oh na na, got into my bones
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| Freedom, got freedom on my mind, oh yeah
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| I said freedom, got freedom on my mind, oh my my, oh my my
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| Freedom, got freedom on my mind, on my mind, oh yeah
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| Freedom, I got freedom on my mind
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| Freedom, I got freedom on my mind, yeah I do, yeah
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| Freedom, woah, I got freedom on my mind, yes I do
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| Oh freedom |