7 acessos
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California, California, You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
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Big time rollers, Part-time models, so much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
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I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
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and big nights back east with Rhoda
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California please
There's a moment I've been saving a kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north Freezing, little me drooling, that's entertainment's on at eight come on ginger slam
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
and my new grandma Bea Arthur
come on over
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Ain't it a shame that at the top peanut butter and jam they serve you?
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Ain't it a shame that at the top still those soft skin boys can bruise you
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yes, I fell for a streaker, oh no.
I don't know this sea of neon, thousand surfers, whiffs of freon...
Ain't it a shame that all the world can't enjoy your mad traditions?
Ain't it a shame that all the world don't got keys to their own ignitions
life is the longest death in California
A E A E F#m11 B
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead
You're such a wonder that I think I'll stay in bed
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So much to plunder that I think I'll sleep instead...