(Jimmy Webb)
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Ran away from home when I was seventeen
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To be with you
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On the California coast
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Drinking margaritas all night in the old cantina
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Out on the California coast
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Don't think that I'm ungrateful
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And don't look so morose
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Adios
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Adios
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We never really made it baby
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But we came pretty close
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Adios adios
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Going up north where the hills are winter green
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I have to leave you
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On the California coast
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Going where the water's clear and the air is cleaner
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Than the California coast
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Our dreams of endless summer
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Were just too grandiose
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Adios
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Adios
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And I miss the blood red sunset
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But I miss you the most
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Adios adios
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Adios
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Adios
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Adios adios
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Adios
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| Linda Ronstadt |
