| Wouldn’t ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love
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| Never really heard you speak that way, it’s unworthy of
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| Funny how that little college girl called language corrupt
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| Funny how the other private schools had no Hapa Club
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| Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps
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| Your father moved across the country just to sunburn his scalp
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| Contra Costa, Contra Mundum, contradict what I say
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| Living like the French Connection, but we’ll die in LA
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| Blasted from a disconnected light switch
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| Through the condo that they’ll never finish
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| Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish
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| And through your brain to California English
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| No one sits inside a freezing flat and stays there 'til May
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| Leafing through a stack of A-Zs to surf the UK
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| Waiting with the wind against your face and gel in your hair
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| Shivering in little undershirts, but don’t seem to care
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| Blasted from a disconnected light switch
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| Through the condo that they’ll never finish
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| Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish
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| And through your brain to California English
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| Sweet carob rice cake, she don’t care how the sweets taste
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| Fake Philly cheese steak but she use real toothpaste
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| 'Cause if that Tom’s don’t work, if it just makes you worse
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| Would you lose all of your faith in the good earth?
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| And if it’s all a curse, and we’re just getting worse
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| Baby, please don’t lose your faith in the good earth
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| Blasted from a disconnected light switch
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| Through the condo that they’ll never finish
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| Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish
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| And through your brain to California English
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| Blasted from a disconnected light switch
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| Through the condo that they’ll never finish
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| Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish
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| And through your brain to California English |