| Melon-rising California sun
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| Drifting in a day not yet begun
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| Six o’clock and peaceful and serene
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| Floating in a Technicolor scene
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| Something nearly peaceful in the sound
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| Rising from the San Andreas ground
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| Overground, it starts to feel strange
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| Underground, it starts to rearrange
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| You’d better get up And run for a doorway
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| No time for thinking
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| Your life is at stake
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| Everyone’s doing the California Shake
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| California Shake
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| Non believing, everybody waits
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| Shifting on the continental plates
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| Thunder far below the ocean floor
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| Damned impartial sub-terrestrial war
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| Wond’ring if you’re going to survive
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| God, it feels like eight point four or five
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| Fifteen seconds holding your breath
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| Living through a microscopic death
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| You’d better hold on The worst isn’t over
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| No time for thinking
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| Your life is at stake
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| Everyone’s doing the California Shake
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| California Shake |