| It’s a sunny day in California
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| But that old sun it’s shining on me right here at home
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| It’s one of those days
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| When those great ideas they just seem to fall out on you
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| And they always fall the greatest when you’re falling all alone
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| It makes for a good day for some serious reflection
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| And massive rationalization
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| For contemplating the future of the future
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| And the last of the past
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| And wondering if you could ever forgive me darling
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| All the trouble that I put to you
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| And if I could forget all those questions
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| That I never asked
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| And if I could forgive
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| The temporary weight gain due to excess water retention
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| I could forgive the rest too
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| It’s just a fact of life
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| That no one cares to mention
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| She wasn’t good
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| But she had good intentions
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| So the grass it grows
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| When the sun it shines
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| And my face it glows
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| When the woman’s mine
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| And you say I’m a fool-around
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| Honey that may be true
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| But I’d sooner fool around
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| Than be a fool for a fool
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| And if I could forgive
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| The unadulterated adulterating apprehension
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| I could forgive the rest too
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| It’s just a fact of life
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| That no one cares to mention
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| She wasn’t good
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| But she had good intentions
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| So I’m twenty-six and rising
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| Still too young to live
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| But too low to go
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| I guess it’s the process
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| Of learning to excess
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| All of those things
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| That you already know
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| And if I could forgive
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| The honey-I-swear-it-didn't-mean-a-thing-to-me
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| Attempt at abstention
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| I could forgive the rest too
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| It’s just a fact of life
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| That no ones cares to mention
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| She wasn’t good
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| But she had good intentions |