| A wise man came to California this year
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| Oh yes, he did, hold me, mama
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| He strolled the grounds of Paridise, California
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| Yes, he did, he’d save us
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| He knew exactly what we need to do
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| Separate the hoaxes from what he knows is true
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| And if you wanna help, well brother, you can, too
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Pick up a rake and rake the leaves off the floor
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| Ain’t gonna have no forest fires anymore (Sounds good to me)
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| Pick up a rake and rake the leaves off the floor
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| Ain’t gonna have no forest fires anymore, yeah
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| Take it from him, he knows what he is sayin'
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| Talked to the dude from way up in Finland
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| But it’s cold and wet up there
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| Not cold or wet down here
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| It’s cold and wet up there
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| Not cold or wet down here
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| Don’t have nothin' to do with cold, oh, nah, nah
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| That shit’s so clean now you can smoke it up whole
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| So get off your couch and pick up a pole
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| And get in deep to the thick, dark forest
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| Get in deep to the thick, dark forest
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| Get in deep to the thick, dark forest
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| Get in deep to the thick, dark forest
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| Pick up a rake and rake the leaves off the floor
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| Cut down the trees and sell the wood at the store
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| Pick up a rake and rake the leaves off the floor
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| And we ain’t gonna have no forest fires anymore, oh, yeah, yeah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la |