| Well I flew in from this old furniture town
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| A long, long time ago
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| At nineteen I was one of the lucky ones
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| A lad bright enough to leave
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| That old dirty town where they all put me down
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| So I brought with me these here 3 guitars
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| Yeah One for the cuts, 2 for the scars
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| But I’m not the only one who rolled into town
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| Just t lay my burden down
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| Well she’s living high up there with the sun
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| With the fern and eucalyptus hey way up in the canyon
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| Cheer up child, drink that strawberry wine, another time
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| We’ve arrived in the state of mind
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| Where everything’s moving gears
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| Like limb to limb and mouth to mouth and hey
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| You gotta love to love
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| You gotta love to love
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| You gotta love to love
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| La da da da da da da da
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| I was in Topanga just about long enough
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| To see what it’s got to turn into to expect the dust
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| I saw Venus just North of Zuma Beach
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| She was too Hollywood to even recognize me
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| Hey they say the boulevard board it sparkles like diamonds
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| Hey Tall and malachite, Always light up the night
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| I lost you baby on Yamashiro hill
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| Those pagodas in your eyes light up the city even still
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| Well she’s living high up there with the sun
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| With the fern and eucalyptus hey way up in the canyon
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| Cheer up child, drink that strawberry wine, another time
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| We’ve arrived in the state of mind
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| Where everything’s moving gears
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| Like limb to limb and mouth to mouth and hey
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| You gotta love to love
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| You gotta love to love
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| You gotta love to love
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| La da da da da da da da |