| I caught every red light on the way to catch you
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| But that train’s pulled out, been long gone anyway
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| There was no note in frost on the window
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| Second thoughts or hidden signs
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| It’s not like you stole off in the night
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| From the weight of something you just couldn’t bear
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| You were never trying to elude me
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| You just had your plans and they didn’t include me
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| Southern California is your girlfriend
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| The sunny twist of Venice Chez-Jay some gay not all the way
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| Here I stand Midwestern corn fed squinting down the track
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| It’s time to unpack
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| I know what it means now, that je ne seis quoi
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| It means something taught you not to tell
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| Soon enough the air of your mystery
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| Is choked with the poisonous mix of your history
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| Southern California is your girlfriend
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| The sunny twist of Venice Chez Jay some gay not all the way
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| Here I stand Midwestern corn fed staring down the track
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| It is time to unpack
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| The ferris wheel were the tourist go
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| The late night deals behind the Loews
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| The hopeful stunner who takes your order
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| Your last chance mojo south of the border
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| There’s a soldier on leave in a foreign land
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| There’s a girl who dreams of lands across the sea
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| The postcard pictures are rare and exotic
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| The hum of the engines is deep and hypnotic |