| Well, he was from a small town
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| In Northern Mississippi
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| She was raised on the Puget Sound
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| A third generation hippie
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| Fate would take them to L.A. County
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| And get them stuck in a traffic jam
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| And El Camino and a red Trans Am
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| Burst stereo was blaring Dylan
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| The bootleg sessions
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| And all the times, they are a-changing
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| Made a pretty good impression
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| She looked over and caught him smiling
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| Under the California setting sun
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| They fell in love on the one-o-one
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| California, California
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| California dreams come true
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| Well, they got in with the in crowd
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| And got off on the rock 'n' roll
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| Cocaine spree and the music’s loud
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| Backstage at the Hollywood ball
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| They got the house and to paint the Canyon
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| The partied at the viper room
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| Blending into the neon gloom
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| California, California
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| California dreams come true
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| California, California
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| California dreams come true
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| Well, you see them down on the sunset strip
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| Trying so hard to be so hip
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| Manhattan Beach to Malibu
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| It’s all about the ocean view
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| And who you know in Hollywood
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| It’s cut throat but it’s understood
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| Champagne Cooley, drink it down
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| You’re the toast of tinsel town
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| California, California
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| California dreams come true
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| California, California
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| California dreams come true |