packed a lunch of tea and
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orange at mercedes
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five and dime
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now im slipping out the back
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door and im feeling alright
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found the bosses gold
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camero think ill
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take it for a ride
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cross the world to californai
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where i know shes waiting
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she picks me up like ive never
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been down before
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and its hard to think you got
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the best of me yet
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i can't believe while these
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dogs are at the door honey
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you came to take apart
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whats left of me
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120 down the freeeway about
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a thousand miles to go
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cross the border to resida
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outskirts on the avenue
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cants escape the operator
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california here i come
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groves are passin by the way
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and i know its waiting
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she picks me up like ive never
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been down before
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and its hard to think you got
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the best of me yet
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i cant believe while these
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dogs are at the door honey
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you came to take apart whats
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left of me
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pileup on the berkshire turnstile
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bout a thousand miles to go
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there the feelin faded quickly
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madonnas on the radio
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packed a lunch of tea and
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orange think ill take it for a ride
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cross the world to california
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where i know shes waiting
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she picks me up like ive never
|
been down before
|
and its hard to think you got the
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best of me yet
|
i cant believe while these dogs
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are at the door honey
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you came to take apart whats
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left of me
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