| I call on Jesus but he didn’t check his phone today
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| Oh there’s my summer girl
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| I’ve been wanting her
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| But I hear she’s got a boyfriend
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| Thought I could leave her for a season
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| But it just got cold
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| Yeah and it’s a lonely hour in my cell phone tower
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| Broken down transmisson
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| But I’m gonna take you to my box car on the beach
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| And I’m gonna hang the sun above your bed
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| And soak your hair in bleach
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| You’ll be missed, Miss California
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| You’ll be kissed by only me When they can’t find you
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| You’ll turn into a mystery
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| But you’re no mystery to me, Miss California
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| I call on Jesus but he heard I hurt his little girl
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| Yeah with my reckless stare
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| I’ve been so unfair
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| Misplacing my affections
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| She had a reason not to take me back into her care
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| Oh I’m just a stray dog now
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| I can beg or bow
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| Just give me some direction
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| But I’m gonna take you to the mansion where I hide
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| And I’m gonna paint a diamond on your hand
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| You will be my bride
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| You’ll be missed, Miss California
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| You’ll be kissed by only me When they can’t find you
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| You’ll turn into a mystery
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| But you’re no mystery to me, Miss California
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| Miss California
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| I’ll be around
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| I’ll be around
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| You’ll be missed, Miss California
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| You’ll be kissed by only me When they can’t find you
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| You’ll turn into a mystery
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| But not to me You’ll be missed, Miss California
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| We’ll be married in the rain
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| When they can’t find you
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| I’m sure I’ll be the one they blame
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| But they can’t prove anything, Miss California
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| Miss California
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| I’ll be around
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| California
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| California |