| The tissue box is empty
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| No coffee for my cream
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| Dogs howl in the alley
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| Crazy women scream
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| Some kids shout from their pick up truck
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| They’re stoned on life and beer
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| Fifty radios playing in this street
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| But I’m still hardly here
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| Exquisitely bored in California
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| We take our trouble to the Crest
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| Exquisitely bored in California
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| Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest
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| When the sun shines, things’ll get moving
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| You feel close to the stars
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| There are good times walking in Laguna
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| But it rains in my heart
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| The peasants here are starving
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| They look like barrels out in space
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| Pray TV looks like pay TV to me
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| It’s just a curse on the human race
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| I take a drive up to L. A
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| In my gas guzzling limousine
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| There’s a whole lot of crazy people up there
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| Living out a life in sweet ennui
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| Exquisitely bored in California
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| We take frustration to the Crest
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| Exquisitely bored in California
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| Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest
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| When the sun shines, things’ll get moving
|
| You feel close to the stars
|
| There are good times walking in Laguna
|
| But it rains in my heart
|
| Exquisitely bored in California
|
| We take our trouble to the Crest
|
| Exquisitely bored in California
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| Exquisitely bored, just like all the rest |