| Wake up, grab your bags
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| California’s burning to the ground
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| Wake up and grab your things
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| You and I are leaving Los Angeles
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| They’ll try to hold you down, they’ll try to pull me down
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| I haven’t seen your face in years
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| Alone and walking down, the ashes cover ground
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| Along La Cienaga
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| This time we’re gonna say those words
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| And cut the ropes that are wrapped around our necks
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| This time we’re gonna take control and start over
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| We’re leaving Los Angeles
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| Wake up and grab your bags
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| California’s burning to the ground
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| Wake up and grab your things
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| You and I are leaving Los Angeles
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| Think of me when I’m gone, this fall I’m leaving town
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| When will I see your face again?
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| Alone and walking down, the ashes cover ground
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| Along La Cienaga
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| Hey, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| Hey, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| This time we’re gonna say those words
|
| And cut the ropes that are wrapped around our necks
|
| This time we’re gonna take control and start over
|
| We’re leaving Los Angeles
|
| Wake up and grab your bags
|
| California’s burning to the ground
|
| Wake up and grab your things
|
| You and I are leaving Los Angeles
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| Hey, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| Hey, burn it down
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| Burn it down
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| Hey, burn it down
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| Burn it down |