| Hot california nights all alone in l.a.
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| the streets are streams of worn out dreams and hopes of yesterday
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| where are you hollywood queen vanished from the silver screen
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| faded goddess cant leave your eden
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| your lips are shakin your memory aching
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| for all the men that you once were making
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| on hot california nights
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| Hot california girls beautiful people land
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| fantasy is reality and no one understands
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| where has mama gone is the trail beyond our skies
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| surfer girls become foxy ladies
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| their minds are blowing the flowers calling
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| eight miles high and now theyre falling
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| hot california girls
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| The prophet said the giant whale will rise
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| and open up its jaws to paradiseto paradise
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| i saw the notice on the billboard stand
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| it said final week of the promised land
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| youre in the cast you just cant get away
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| and the poet will lead the last crusade
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| the actor star in the cavalcade
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| but the prophet said the singer has to stay
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| Hot california sun burning up my days
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| the hot rod town is all shut down custom built decay
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| where have the beach boys gone wiped out by tidal waves |
| no more surfing on oil kissed beaches
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| the earth is changing and rearranging
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| no one left there meditating
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| in the hot california sun
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| Sha la la la la sha la la la la hot california nights |