| A million dollar sunset
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| Burning through my darkest shades
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| Maybe I was blinded
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| Swimming underneath your waves
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| Yeah, going way-way back, as far as the sky
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| With the ceiling back, the sun in your eyes
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| Almost re-relapse, every time I drive by all those
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| California palms and California sands
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| The California palms of your California hands
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| Wish I could be in love where the summer never ends
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| In the California palms of your California hands
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| The Polaroid is faded
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| But I know what we could have been
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| Still I can’t explain it, babe
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| I just know it had to end
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| Yeah, going way-way back, as far as the sky
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| With the ceiling back, the sun in your eyes
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| Almost re-relapse, every time I drive by all those
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| California palms and California sands
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| The California palms of your California hands
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| Wish I could be in love where the summer never ends
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| In the California palms of your California hands
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| Would’ve been so easy if we never slowed down
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| In your South West sheets, we could never fall out
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| Yeah, going way-way back, as far as the sky
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| With the ceiling back, the sun in your eyes
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| Almost re-relapse, every time I drive by all those
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| California palms and California sands
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| The California palms of your California hands
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| Wish I could be in love where the summer never ends
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| In the California palms of your California hands |