| Meet me on the west coast,
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| with the salt air,
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| Breathe slow.
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| Go out to the unknown,
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| we’ll make it our own.
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| Meet me on the west coast,
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| we’ll make it our own.
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| She said,
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| the new year’s sky’s a haze,
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| From the back rooms of champaigne.
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| That new york city night,
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| the first time your lips found mine.
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| The moment everything had changed,
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| everything had changed,
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| everything had changed.
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| Meet me on the west coast,
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| with the salt air,
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| breathe slow.
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| Go out to the unknown,
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| wel’ll make it our own.
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| Meet me on the west coast.
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| Concrete in red,
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| through aparetment window pane.
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| We find a room to slip away.
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| Curtain holds out the line,
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| with your hands folded in mine.
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| The moment everything had changed,
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| everything had changed,
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| everything had changed.
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| Meet me on the west coast,
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| with the salt air,
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| breathe slow.
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| Go out to the unknown,
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| we’ll make it our own.
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| Meet me on the west coast.
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| You can run away.
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| Take a moment to see, a moment to be.
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| All the things you need.
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| This love isn’t over yet
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| I will run away,
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| to the moutnains and rain, the sun in LA.
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| Away for another day.
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| We can begin again.
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| Meet me on the west coast.
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| Meet me on the west coast.
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| Meet me on the west coast,
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| with the salt air,
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| breathe slow.
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| Go out to the unknown, we’ll make it our own.
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| Meet me on the west coast, we’ll make it our own.
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| Meet me on the west coast, we’ll make it our own. |