| Wake up with somebody near you
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| And at someone else’s place
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| You took acid and looked in the mirror
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| Watched the beard crawl around on your face
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| Oh, the revolution was here
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| That would set you free from those bourgeoisie
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| In the morning everything’s clearer
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| When the sunlight exposes your age
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| But that’s okay
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| And that’s okay
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| Grab your clothes and head to the doorway
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| If you dance out, no one complains
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| Find the place where you can be boring
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| Where you won’t need to explain
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| That you’re sick in the head and you wish you were dead
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| Or at least instead of sleeping here you prefer your own bed, come on
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| You just suck at self-preservation
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| Versus someone else’s pain
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| So you feel drained
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| And insane
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| And insane
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| He was leather and you were screaming
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| Swinging chains against the stage
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| And you couldn’t know he was leaving
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| But now more will go with age, you know
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| So get up and stop your complaining
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| You know that you’re the only one who’s been destroying all the fun
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| Look what happened when you were dreaming
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| Then punch yourself in the face
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| So you kiss and you clutch but you can’t fight that feeling
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| That your one true love is just awaiting your big meeting
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| So you never even asked for names
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| You just look right through them as if you already came
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| It’s a drug of the heart and you can’t stop the shaking
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| 'Cause the body wants what it’s terrible at taking, oh
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| And you can’t remember the meaning
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| But there’s no going back against this California feeling
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| Dream
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| (sha-bang, sha-bang)
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| American dream
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| (sha-bang, sha-bang)
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| American dream
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| (sha-bang, sha-bang)
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| American dream
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| (sha-bang, sha-bang) |