I'm premeditating crime
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of a personal kind.
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I'm about to go out of my mind.
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I'm just about sick to death
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of taking breath
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and walking this line of mine.
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Now, folks that know what's good
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for them
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are good at ignoring them,
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but I just can't put these thoughts
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down.
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I'm harrowed and abused,
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and broken and persued
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by this notion
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that follows me around.
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My heart is hurting,
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my spirit's burdened.
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I feel like a liar and a thief
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for taking air,
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for being here,
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unwanted.
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I look for my final release.
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Goodbye, goodbye, California,
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Goodbye, and I'll be moving on.
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I sang you my songs;
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I know I'm wrong.
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Fare thee well,
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and I'll be moving on.
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When I'm dead and gone,
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my immortal home
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will hold me in its bosom
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safe and cold
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No more desires
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will light their fires,
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or disturb my immaculate calm.
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And the birds of the air,
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and the beasts of the soil,
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and the fishes of the desperate
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sea
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will know who I am,
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and out substance will expand
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as part of everything--
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as part of everything, my God
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as part of everything
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and the clouds will roll
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and the wind will blow
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and the beautiful birds will sing.
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Goodbye, goodbye, California.
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Goodbye to your waving trees,
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to your succulent wind, and all my
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friends.
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Fare thee well.
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Goodbye.
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So be it.
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Amen. Amen.
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Goodbye California
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| Jolie Holland |
