(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
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Who's the girl inside of the blue-screen light
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The sun is just pouring out
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And everything is out of sight
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Turn around the room is just black and white
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She's whispering
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Na na na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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And it's not true
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And it's not fair
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And it's not you
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And it's not California here
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Later on you're breaking the boxes down
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There's nobody out tonight
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Nobody's hanging 'round
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So you take the drive
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That used to be almost right
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And now it's just empty lots around you
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All these empty lots around you
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And they don't know
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What you won't dear
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And they can't see
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That it's not California here
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Come a time when I may just walk away
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The sun is just barely out
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The sky is completely grey
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But you're the one I want to be with today
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Let them say
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Na na na na na na na na
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Na na na na na na
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And I'm not strong
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And you're not rich
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And we're not lost
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Where we don't live
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And it's not true
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And it's not fair
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And they're not us
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And it's not California here
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I'm the one who wants to be with you tonight
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And I'm the one who wants to be the one you're with tonight
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And I'm the one who wants to be the one you're with tonight
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Not California
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Hem |