| As she ashes out her cigarette,
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| she makes me wish I could forget my life.
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| She makes me feel so different,
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| like porcelain so delicate inside.
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| And maybe love is something I’ve never felt before.
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| It’s not smiles and laughter, It’s what happens after your heart breaks on the
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| floor.
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| And she could be the start of something new.
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| And she could be something beautiful and true.
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| Like California rain I fall for you.
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| She speaks to me of better things
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| than cheap first dates and diamond rings like you.
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| She speaks of sex and vicotin
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| and places that I’ve never been to.
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| And maybe love is something I’ve never felt before.
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| It’s not beauty marks and pretty eyes,
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| it’s fairytales and second tries, and learning what means more…
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| And she could be the start of something new.
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| And she could be something beautiful and true.
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| Like California rain I fall for you.
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| I’m falling down…
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| And as she lights the night’s last cigarette,
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| she makes me wish I could forget my world.
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| She looks at me so different,
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| like Capricorn so innocent, my girl.
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| And she could be the start of something new.
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| And she could be something beautiful and true.
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| Like California rain I fall for… I fall for you. |