| I’ve never been a loner
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| Never been to California but I wanted to
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| I thought it was dreams in my head
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| I’ve never been a moaner
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| But I’ll get to Arizona if it kills me to
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| I wish I could fly from my bed
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| And it’s calling me over
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| And it’s calling me home
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| Let’s talk it over
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| I’m calling, calling, crawling, crawling
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| Rolling me over
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| And it’s rolling me home
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| I’m glad all over
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| It’s calling, calling, I’m crawling my way home
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| I wrote a little letter
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| But it didn’t make it better, I was aiming to
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| But you read it wrong, what I said
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| Hold on, it doesn’t matter
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| What was written in the letter and I’m telling you
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| It’s not just some dream in my head
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| And it’s calling me over
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| And it’s calling me home
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| Let’s talk it over
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| I’m calling, calling, crawling, crawling
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| Rolling me over
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| And it’s rolling me home
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| I’m glad all over
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| It’s calling, calling, I’m crawling my way home
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| I could always go along without you
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| You know I could do it alone and I would
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| 'Cos I’m a prima donna, gonna go ahead
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| I’m gonna, gonna get my own way if I can
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| And it keeps calling me over
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| And it’s calling me home
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| Let’s talk it over
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| I’m calling, calling, crawling, crawling
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| Rolling me over
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| And it’s rolling me home
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| I’m glad all over
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| It’s calling, calling, I’m crawling, crawling |