| It’s only California
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| It’s only California
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| Oh, I lay to rest
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| Oh, now, money-maker
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| The hands of the devil’s sister
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| Oh, they laid me down
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| There must be a way out
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| There must be a way out
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| There’s a ghost inside of you
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| And I can see it peering through
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| Oh, I lay, oh, under
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| The oak tree
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| In the dead of winter
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| Oh, I lay to rest
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| A winged boy fell from the tree
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| And, oh, he landed right next to me
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| The devil’s fruit inside of me
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| And how my wings lay so dormantly
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| Oh, you were a body
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| You were a ghost
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| And now you are nothing
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| The dark, it up and rose
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| And toward the light, it took you
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| And melted your wings
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| 'Cause you were a body
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| And now you are nothing
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| And I touched
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| Oh, his feathers
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| Cow hide
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| Hands of leather
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| Oh, you are a man
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| Oh, wax wings, they wouldn’t stay
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| And so our love melted away
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| Toward the sun, so right and fair
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| And then I saw you drop in mid air |