| I’ve passed a lot of exit signs
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| In my time while driving down this long freeway
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| To San Diego, and points south
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| But there was a time last summer
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| When I came down from Manhattan
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| Though I knew I shouldn’t, it was just too hard
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| I made my move at Rosecrans Boulevard
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| Rosecrans Boulevard
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| Stop your calling me
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| You know I never loved her anyway
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| I just used her over and over
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| There were times when she’d laugh
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| And I’d think I loved her
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| One night on Manhattan Beach
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| I said things that moved too fast to suit her
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| Then I held her close and dried her tears
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| Rosecrans Boulevard
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| Who cares what you think?
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| The girl was half crazy
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| The way she drove that little car down Sunset Boulevard
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| At three in the morning
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| Doing ninety miles an hour in a thirty mile zone
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| And blamed me when she got that ticket
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| Then there was that smile
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| It was really what made all the airlines go
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| She was a stewardess, you know
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| Shot down on a non-combatant mission
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| And though I’ve hid it
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| Every time I drive my car past Rosecrans Boulevard
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| I wonder why I did it |