| California dreamer
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| Tell me why did you go I carved your ever fading figure
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| In to the ever dying snow
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| I’ll be around, I’ll be around, I’ll be around
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| Like a teenager in town
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| Where all the other young lovers are found
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| And I think I might have heard you on the radio
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| But the radio waves were like snow
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| And you were dreaming of Los Angeles
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| While I was singing songs you wrote
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| You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you
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| While I made angels in the snow
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| And I would have looked if you’d just asked me to Or come to me before the preacher
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| Now you’re a survivor
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| And I just thought I might have heard you on the radio
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| But the radio waves were like snow
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| I thought I might have heard you on the radio
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| But the radio waves were like snow
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| Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick
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| You know, but you never surrender
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| The city doesn’t belong to you anymore
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| California dreamer
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| You dream of seasons that never die
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| You go to oceans that never touch the ice
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| You dream of seasons that never die
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| You go to oceans that never touch the ice
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| You dream of seasons that never die
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| You go to oceans that never touch the ice
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| Surrender this city to sender
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| Creatures getting younger and younger
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| And I think I might have heard you on the radio
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| But the radio waves were like snow
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| Oh I think I might have heard you on the radio
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| But the radio waves were like snow
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| Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick
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| You know, but you never surrender
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| The city doesn’t belong to you anymore
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| California dreamer
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| I’ll be around, I’ll be around, I’ll be around
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| Like a teenager in town
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| With all the other young lovers their mothers may have found
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| California dreamer |