| My hands wrapped around the stick shift
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| Swerving on the 405,
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| I can never keep my eyes
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| Off this
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| My neck, the feeling of your soft lips
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| Illuminated in the light,
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| Bouncing off the exit signs
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| I missed
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| All we do is drive
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| All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
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| All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
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| Sick and full of pride
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| All we do is drive
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| And California never felt like home to me
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| And California never felt like home
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| And California never felt like home to me
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| Until I had you on the open road and now we’re singing
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| Your laugh echoes down the highway
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| Carves into my hollow chest,
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| Spreads over the emptiness
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| It’s bliss
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| It’s so simple but we can’t stay
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| Overanalyze again
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| Would it really kill you if we kissed?
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| All we do is drive
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| All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
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| All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
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| Sick and full of pride
|
| All we do is drive
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| And California never felt like home to me
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| And California never felt like home
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| And California never felt like home to me
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| Until I had you on the open road and I was singing |