| California Demise 3 |
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| Home of the saints, burn down the walls |
| Between spaces, between friends |
| Archaic angels pose in rows |
| And in my garden angels grow |
| They come inside only at night |
| Inter-static sunbeams |
| Are the angels only storybook |
| They come inside only at night |
| Inter-static sunbeams |
| Are the angels only storybook |
| Friends |
| Everybody sees everyone |
| They don’t bother wearing seatbelts |
| To protect them from the wreck |
| They’ve already died in the California demise |
