| I never walk, I always run
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| Hey, I don’t wanna look, but I’ll stare right at the sun!
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| Trying not to jump the gun
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| 'Cause like mirrors and smoke, this is all a joke
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| Life feels dryer than California
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| In July, on your mouth when I kissed ya
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| On my couch, and I made you listen
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| To all the songs that I wish I had written
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| And I went out on a limb
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| Fell for you and almost broke my wrist
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| Had a spark because of this
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| Let us laugh 'til I choke
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| Be the butt of a joke
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| Life feels dryer than California
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| In July, on your mouth when I kissed ya
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| On my couch, and I made you listen
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| To all the songs that I wish I had written
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| You could be anything to me
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| I could be anything to you
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| The booze and drugs all wear off…
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| And I think I still like you!
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| The sun comes up over California
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| I’m in too deep, and I wanna kiss ya
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| On your lips while I make you listen
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| To all the shit that I wish I had written!
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| We caught fire like California
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| In July, on the night when I kissed ya
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| On my couch, and I made you listen
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| To all the songs that I wish I had written |