| Georgeanna, the beryl-line hummingbirds are back from California.
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| We’ve been frozen here in Dakota
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| And I’m thinking the sun could warm you
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| And I’ve been talked to
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| And I’ve been talking, too
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| You stopped coughing
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| You lay in my lap while the headlights lit the almond trees
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| Of some state park. |
| You lay there so still
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| I was afraid I might have lost you
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| And I’ve been talking to you
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| I wish you’d talk, too
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| Mulholland, each little light’s a soul outside of Bakersfield
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| You shut your saltwater eyes while the radio played soft and clear
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| And I was talking to you
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| I was talking to you |