| Walked out with no answers
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| Nobody callin' me
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| I feel I’m on the outskirts
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| Of California dreams
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| I’m asking every question
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| But no one seems to know why
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| I’ll tell you all my secrets
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| I know you listen when you ask me if I mean it
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| Nobody cares enough but finally you see it
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| And now you wanna know why, wanna know why
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| Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another
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| But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive
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| I just wanna hold the hand of another
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| Like I’m living in my own paradise
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| One foot on the border
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| The vultures wait on every crux and every corner
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| I shook the hands of fate to step out of the order
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| Don’t throw me back in the line
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| Days turn into seasons
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| I’m tryin' to change the pace
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| And give you all the reasons
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| This path is worth the pain
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| I know we’ll finally see it
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| And maybe then you’ll know why
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| Then you’ll know why
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| Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another
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| But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive
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| I just wanna hold the hand of another
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| Like I’m living in my own paradise
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| I can see it fill the horizon
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| Technicolor dreams coming to life
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| Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another
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| But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive
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| I just wanna hold the hand of another
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| Like I’m living in my own paradise
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| I don’t wanna take the road of another
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| But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive
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| I just wanna hold the hand of another
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| Like I’m living in my own paradise
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| (My own paradise) |