| On the last weekend before the fall
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| Down at the beach carnival
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| Spinning slowly with the carousel
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| Your gold hoop earrings go so well
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| With the little yellow light
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| Shining on a foggy day
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| Painting you a pretty shade
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| Like you were a girl in a water color
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| I could try but I can’t explain
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| How I do, I just know it
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| Something super natural
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| And I’m feeling super natural
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| I don’t know how but I can say
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| That I found my religion
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| When nothing was ahead of us
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| That week in California
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| Hold on, won’t the water be too cold?
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| Out of your mind and you’re still so photogenic
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| I like the lighting on you right at sun down
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| We’ve talked too much to ever go back to the way it was
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| I could try but I can’t explain
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| How I do, I just know it
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| It’s something super natural
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| And I’m feeling super natural
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| I don’t know how but I can say
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| That I found my religion
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| When nothing was ahead of us
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| That week in California
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| Maybe I imagined it being so good
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| Man, it seems like everything I remember doing
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| We were in a cloud and I can’t tell if it was in my head
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| Or in San Francisco
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| I could try but I can’t explain
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| How I do, I just know it
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| It’s something super natural
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| And I’m feeling super natural
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| I don’t know how but I can say
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| That I found my religion
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| When nothing was ahead of us
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| That week in California |