| Ashes are falling down, there’s a fire in the Anaheim hills
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| Another banner day in the Golden State
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| As I plot escape, a cheap getaway
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| Nights filled with artificial light
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| LA knocks stars out of the sky
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| Another trip around the sun
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| SoCal suburb, never feel at home
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| 'Cos boring people are hateful in their words
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| In conversations I’ve already heard
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| So I took a long walk down 3rd
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| Tragedy and heartache
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| Retreat to the city I love
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| With friends around, anesthetized
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| It kept me sane, it gave me home
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| Packed up light for a quick overnight
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| It’s a life that I haven’t outgrown
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| When the cold Bay air hits my face
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| I never regret my time alone
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| 'Cos boring people are hateful in their words
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| In conversations I’ve already heard
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| So I took a long walk down 3rd
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| 'Cos boring people are hateful in their words
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| In conversations I’ve already heard
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| So I took a long walk down 3rd |