On the road to nowhere, every day was just the same
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So I took my belongings, and hitchhiked no more to blame
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To California, in the warm Summer of love
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All my life I been searching
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All my life I been searching
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I came to a crossroad, where a stranger gazed and spoke
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He was looking kinda peculiar,
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In a purple coloured cloak
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He wore a token, never seen before
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He said: All my life I been searching
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All my life I been searching
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Sunset in Southern California
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and the morning seems so far so far away
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Sunset in Southern California
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In the distance there's the light of San Diego
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I came to his temple at noon the second day
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It was a lot of mumbling, in the shadows did they pray
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Feeling kind of dizzy, a gong struck and people chanted
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All my life I been searching
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All my life I been searching
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[Chorus]
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Then a kind of leader, appeared in fume and smoke
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All dressed in silver,
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An authoritarian bloke
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He turned around and talked to me
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With a demagogic voice
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All my life I been searching
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All my life I been searching
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[Chorus]
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In the distance there's the light of San Diego [x3]
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Southern California
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| Ace Of Base |
