| I left my soul
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| On Californian soil
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| And I left my pride
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| With that woman by my side
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| I never had a willing hand
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| And I never had a plan
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| But I'm glad I found you here
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| But I'm glad I've got you here
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| But I never had a name
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| And I never felt the same
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| They keep on trying it on
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| And they will keep on trying it on
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| And they will keep on trying it on
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| And I never felt the same
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| I'm young, I'm old
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| And so you do what you’re told
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| I never had a willing hand
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| And so you pack up all your bags
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| But I'm glad I’ve got you here
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| But I'm glad I've got you here
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| But I never felt the same
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| And this life is just a game
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| They keep on trying it on
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| They keep on trying it on
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| And they won't keep on trying it on
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| Until you never feel the same |