| When the sun pours down like honey
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| From the sweet California sky
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| Then the haze and the smog they
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| Both are soon forgotten
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| And it’s the very same way with love
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| Now when you hurt from an old affair
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| Then the pain will disappear when
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| A new love’s gotten
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| Don’t ask me why I do it
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| Cause you’ll only say I knew it
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| And I’m played just like a fool everytime
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| Oh but if you know the answer
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| Then I won’t even ask her
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| Cause it’s hard enough for me to
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| Go down one more time
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| When it’s 10 a.m. in Doraville
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| It’s only 7 a.m. in L. A
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| She said I didn’t want to wake you up
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| Just to warn you
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| So the taillights soon will flicker
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| And the Georgia sun will rise
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| But I’ll be still here in the dark
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| In California
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| Oh I’m a two-time loser
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| And that could sober up any boozer
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| Or at the very least make him looser
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| In his prime
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| And I never even called her
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| So why does everyone say I balled her
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| Cause I don’t think I have the energy
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| To go down one more time
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| Please don’t say that it’s magic
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| Cause it always ends up tragic
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| The act of love so sweet can soon
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| Become a crime
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| No and please don’t make me taste it
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| Though it seems such a shame to waste it
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| I don’t think I have the energy
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| To go down one more time
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| One more time, one more time
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| One more time |