| Clouds may be moving in
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| People may be too thin
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| Traffic may be a crawl
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| Seasons, there’s none at all
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| Shadows too deep, too long
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| Sunsets that last too long
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| Moon in an awkward sky
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| My, how the time does fly
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Mine is yours and yours is mine
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| Pacific Standard Time
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| Everything is near-divine
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| Clouds may be moving in
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| Tourists display chagrin
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| Breathing our precious air
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| They come from everywhere
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| Soon they all realize what we all realize
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| Our inconsistency is our consistency
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| Our insincerity is our sincerity
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| And they’re never going back
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| Once they’re here, they’re staying here
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| And they’re never going back
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| Once they’re here, they’re staying here
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Mine is yours and yours is mine
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Everything is near-divine
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| I tried a foreign place
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| Turned out to be a waste
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| People were weird and small
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| They thought they knew it all
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| We don’t know it all at all
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| We don’t know it all at all
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| They’ve come to realize what we’ve all realized
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| They seem a bit surprised
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| To us it’s no surprise
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Mine is yours and yours is mine
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Everything is near-divine
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| And they’re never going back
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| Once they’re here, they’re staying here
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| And they’re never going back
|
| Once they’re here, they’re staying here
|
| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Mine is yours and yours is mine
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| In Pacific Standard Time
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| Mine is yours and yours is mine |