| I’m coming home from my hardest year
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| I’m making plans not to make plans while I’m here
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| And this life has been no holiday, a complicated situation
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| I’m fine with all my memories still I could use vacation
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| It’s Christmas in California
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| And it’s hard to ignore that
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| It feels like summer all the time
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| But I’ll take a west coast winter
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| To remove my splinters
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| I’m coming home to the lights and buzz
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| Streets look the same, still nothing’s as it was
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| This place is paradise I’m sure, here’s my reservation
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| I’ve gotten lost here once before, inside a good vibration
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| It’s Christmas in California
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| And it’s hard to ignore that
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| It feels like summer all the time
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| But I’ll take a west coast winter
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| To remove my splinters
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| And time, time it stops for no one
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| The seasons come and go and that’s just time
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| Yeah, time it stops for no one
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| The seasons keep on going whether or not we’re blind
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| Christmas in California
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| And it’s hard to ignore that
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| It feels like summer all the time
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| But I’ll take a west coast winter
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| To remove my splinters
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive
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| It’s good to be alive |