| Oh California, I tried to warn ya', the earth is gonna quake before ya'
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| You’ll be real sorry, but it won’t be sorry, the dirt is gonna crack and split
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| you in two
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| And you’ll be halved and you’ll have to
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| Find a match that fits your guts it hurts so much but it keeps your blood in
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| Watch out they’ll swarm ya', the bees that were born way too early wakened by
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| the swirling
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| Cover your nose up, they’ll fill your holes up, they will weigh you down with
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| honeycombs and though
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| It’ll be your one chance to be sweet, you’ll be a thankless home for ungrateful
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| drones who will churn your bones to butter
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| And you’re not coming home no you got plenty more in ya' don’t ya'?
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| So please go easy and breathe some clean air for me
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| Oh California, I hate to inform ya', now waves are crashing coming toward ya'
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| Soaking your pals and dragging them out, you’re the only straggler grabbing
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| onto the shore
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| But all the salt’s pooled in your ears
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| It’s all your fault I tell ya', listen will ya', can’t you hear me baby?
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| And you’re not coming home no you got plenty more in ya' don’t ya'?
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| So please go easy and breathe some clean air for me
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| And if I’d only known how to drag you, I’d pull you undertow if I had to
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| But I’m too lazy and you’re too stubborn baby |