| It doesn’t rain in California, and everyone is sleeping silently
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| Rent is due and we everything on a couple hours of hard relief
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| I think we’re doomed to slowly fall apart;
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| It won’t hurt so bad if you’re there with me
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| Why doesn’t it feel like the first time?
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| Why does it still anchor us to sanity?
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| 'Cause Irene, Irene, Irene, we’re history
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| But you’ve been, you’ve been, you’ve been so good to me
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| I don’t expect you to go silently
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| So Irene, tell me, now what’s it gonna be?
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| And when we’re (I don’t know) like eighty-three
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| Hindsight clearer than our gnarled cheeks
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| And this broken record sounds like a symphony
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| Maybe we’ll be living honestly
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| 'Cause Irene, Irene, Irene, we’re history
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| But you’ve been, you’ve been, you’ve been so good to me
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| I don’t expect you to go silently
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| So Irene, tell me, now what’s it gonna be?
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| 'Cause Irene, Irene, Irene, we’re history
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| But you’ve been, you’ve been, you’ve been so good to me
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| I don’t expect you to go silently
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| So Irene, tell me, now what’s it gonna be?
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| It doesn’t rain in California |
| Put down the phone my darling, I’ll be fine |