| I don’t need to hear your life story
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| I just want to talk about Southern California in the Eighties
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| In the years before you and I were born
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| Silk-Screened onto t-shirts and sold
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| I’m thinking we’re the ones that got old
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| You’ll take your time
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| And safely arrive to forty-eight of the fifty U.S. states
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| Sharing space, in someone else’s backseat for now
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| Sharing spaces for now
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| You see we’ve payed a deposit
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| And I’ve waited all day
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| For an unfamiliar face to have something good to say
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| But I don’t need to hear your life story
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| I just want to talk about Southern California in the Eighties
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| So what would it take for you to walk away
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| And throw aluminum cans into a clear plastic bag?
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| It’s hot outside
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| You could save our lives |