| We could drive out to the ocean
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| With the city behind
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| Just to listen to the wind blow
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| Pass the bottle back and forth
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| Until we’re out of our minds
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| In the fog of San Francisco
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| Welcome to the West Coast
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| You got this wicked kinda troublemakin'
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| Look on your face
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| Now we’re foggin' up the windows
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| And I’ll never forget when
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| You put my hand on your waist
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| And you sang louder than the radio
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| You still walk around in circles
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| Till the secrets collide
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| I said oh-oh, oh
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| Welcome to the West Coast
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| (Welcome to the West Coast)
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| (Welcome to the West Coast)
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| I’ll trade you one of my nightmares
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| Two dreams of yours, may we both survive
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| I change the locks of my heart, but I
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| Leave the keys in your hand
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| In case you change your mind
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| If you leave you’ll still be haunting me like a ghost
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| I believe in this thing though it seems like a joke
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| I can’t sleep, I can’t sing with this lump in my throat
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| I’m wide awake on the West Coast
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| I’m wide awake on the West Coast
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| I’m wide awake on the West Coast
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| We can run in circles
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| Till our secrets collide
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| Singing oh-oh, oh
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| Welcome to the West Coast |