| Sitting on a rooftop in Oakland, California
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| Down by the ocean and the cities pretty lights
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| Well the wind blows soft and the fog was gentle
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| And I hear the sirens ringin' in my head all night
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| Oh daddy you know I been lyin'
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| Oh mama you know that I’m tryin'
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| It’s easy to think you know,
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| when you’ve come so far along
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| Sometimes it feels all right and sometimes it’s all wrong
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| Well I got so drunk I forgot my mama’s birthday
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| And I got so high that I lost my coat
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| And I smoke so much I can barely sing
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| And I’m the richest man alive even though I’m broke
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| Oh daddy you know I been lyin'
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| Oh mamma you know that I’m tryin'
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| It’s easy to think you know
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| When you’ve come so far along
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| Sometimes it feels all right and sometimes it’s all wrong
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| Now you get what you want if you’re willing to work for it
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| And you’ve got all you need if you reach out your hand
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| And you’ll learn if you ever have the courage to be noone
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| And if you don’t, these words you’ll never understand
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| Oh daddy you know I been lyin'
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| Oh mamma you know that I’m tryin' |
| It’s easy to think you know
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| When you’ve come so far along
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| Sometimes it feels alright and sometimes it’s all wrong
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| Sometimes it feels alright and sometimes it’s all wrong
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| Sometimes it feels alright and sometimes it’s all wrong |