| Feels like a ghost here in this room
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| Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume
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| All around me, all around you
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| In from the window for a drag of your perfume
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| Let’s move back to California
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| Let’s make a promise, baby
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| Let’s both be there
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| Put our feet deep in sand
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| This garden’s only got four corners
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| Back to your trenches, back to California
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| The days keep coming and the years overlap
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| Been crawling all over each other like wet cats
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| I hear the rebels yelling out in the dunes
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| And I don’t think it’s half as funny as I used to
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| Let’s move back to California
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| Let’s make a promise, baby
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| Let’s both be there
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| Put our feet deep in the sand
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| Let’s leave behind these maps and handguns
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| We’re on our way back to California
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| We’ve got California in our eyes
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| Come on and catch us if you can
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| With California in our eyes
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| Passing down through a valley full of lost sheep
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| Straight is the gate, narrow is the walkway
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| Mercury rising and poppies in bloom
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| This is the kind of thing that I can get used to
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| Let’s move back to California
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| Let’s make a promise, baby
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| Let’s both be there
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| Put our feet deep in the sand
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| There’s still no shortage in creating bad blood
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| We’re on our way back to California
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| We’ve got California in our eyes
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| Come on and catch us if you can
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| With California in our eyes
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| Fast as we can
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| Back to California
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| Come on and catch us if you can
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| Back to California
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| Fast as we can
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| Back to California |