| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| This girl wrote drug raps in baggy sweaters
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| Tight neon tights, T-shirts and big letters
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| Back at her house was an Irish setter
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| With a heart-shaped tag hanging off its collar
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| Through half the towns of Arizona
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| I dream the dreams I have when I hold her
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| Near Palm Springs, we were struck by boulders
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| 'Cause they looked like skull and bones
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Questions I had as I went through this:
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| Are our parents actually Buddhist?
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| Is the pool below me the bluest?
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| Is the TV on?
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| Through half the Taquerias y Fondas
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| Half the health clubs, half of the saunas
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| Half the Barbaras, half of the Rhondas
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| Is there something there?
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| This girl was smarter than television scripts
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| This girl wasn’t damaged, her jeans were just ripped
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| This girl was the girl that the girls in your world thought about
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| When the night was cold
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| How many towns have claimed that they know you?
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| How many nations think that they own you?
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| How many simple minds think the same sun
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| Don’t shine on their sunglasses now?
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh
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| Oh, California, oh, California, oh, California, oh |