| Heading South a compass reads
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| Look at our speed, we’re going sixty-three
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| Look out the window as the trees go green
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| I look at them and they look at me
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| Got Neil Young on the stereo
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| He comes along whenever i go
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| Something different as i hear him now
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| Heading south on a familiar route (Oh yeah)
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| I can feel them lifting up my blues
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| I can see a white horizon, new
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| Got the feeling i just can’t lose
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| Rolling into Santa Cruz (yeah)
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| I’ve got an old friend he remembers me
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| From way back when we were seventeen
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| We got kids and we’re older now
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| But when i see him, we’re still seventeen
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| I need the beach to set me free
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| I need the wind to make me breathe
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| I need the water to wash my soul
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| I need my love once to let me go
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| I can feel them lifting up my blues
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| I can see a white horizon blue
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| Got the feeling that i just can’t lose
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| Rolling into Santa Cruz (Ah yeah)
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| (Ah ha)
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| Up in the North West, we got it good
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| Little soggy, but we’ve got it good
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| Can’t help thinking that I wish i would
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| Move my ass down to Santa Cruz
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| I got the feeling that i just can’t lose
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| Pulling into Santa Cruz
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| I got a feeling that i just can’t lose
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| Pulling into Santa Cruz (Oh)
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| I got a feeling i don’t want to lose
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| Pulling into Cruz
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| I got a feeling i just can’t lose
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| Pulling into Santa Cruz (Yeah)
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| (Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, nah nah) |