| It’s a 3 day drive if she drives all night
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| Says she’s leavin' at the crack of dawn
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| Well she might still be lyin' here with me
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| But in her heart she’s already gone
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| Already packed up, the altimas gassed up
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| She’s done put the map up there on the dash
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| I’m all tore up just tryin' to man up
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| Dammin' these tears up but can’t hold 'em back
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| Cuz she’s in love with California
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| And that west coast sunshine dream
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| These ain’t no Hollywoods
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| And these hills ain’t Beverly
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| Ain’t no beaches on these backroads
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| No sunset on the boulevard
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| She’s in love with California
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| And breakin' my heart
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| Got a waitress job waitin' in an ihop
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| Throw a rock and hit universal city
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| Got a glamour shot in her hip pocket
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| Hopin' somebody’ll think she’s pretty
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| By this time tomorrow she’ll hit Colorado
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| I’ll be drownin' my sorrow in a bottle of Beam
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| Before she hits flagstaff maybe she’ll backtrack
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| But I wouldn’t bet that if I was me
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| Cuz she’s in love with California
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| And that west coast sunshine dream
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| These ain’t no Hollywoods
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| And these hills ain’t Beverly
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| Ain’t no beaches on these backroads
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| No sunset on the boulevard
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| She’s in love with California
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| And breakin' my heart
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| Well she was all mine
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| Now it’s go time
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| She’s in love with California
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| And that west coast sunshine dream
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| These ain’t no Hollywoods
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| And these hills ain’t Beverly
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| There ain’t no beaches on these backroads
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| No sunset on the boulevard
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| She’s in love with California
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| And breakin' my heart
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| She’s in love with California
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| And breakin' my heart
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| Oh she’s breakin' my heart |