What happened to the sun in California?
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Who put all the clouds in Santa Fe?
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And the Mississippi River,
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Wouldn't recognise Mark Twain.
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What happened to the birds in Capustrano?
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And the San Francisco Bay?
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And the great Alaskan waters,
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Might never be the same.
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We have ourselves to blame.
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We have ourselves to blame.
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If you want it to remain,
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Then let it go untamed.
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From the deserts to the plains.
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From Big Sur to the Glades,
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If you want it to remain,
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Then let it go untamed.
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Untamed.
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Untamed.
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Remember when the whales swam in the ocean?
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An' horses ridin' through the plains?
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And the kids played in a back yard.
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Oh, how the tides have changed.
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But I love to see the sun in California,
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Shinin' through a hot September day.
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An' then maybe all those Swallows,
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Might return to stay.
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We have ourselves to blame.
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There's no-one else to blame.
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If you want it to remain,
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Then let it go untamed.
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From the deserts to the plains.
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From Big Sur to the Glades,
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If you want it to remain,
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Then let it go untamed.
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Untamed.
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Untamed.
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Untamed.
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Untamed
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Heather Myles |