Gift of the sage chaparral
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Born of this bone-dry heat
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In summer when roads turn caramel
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The earthquakes and everyone leaves
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Where have they gone
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Far from Hyperion
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And Sunset Boulevard
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Where have they gone
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North up to Oregon
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And Mt. Saint Helens ha ha ha
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Left behind dishes and furniture
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Took only the blankets to sleep
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Sprinkled their pillows with lavender
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Safe from the grasp of the enemy
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Where have they gone
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Far from Hyperion
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And Sunset Boulevard
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Where have they gone
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North up to Oregon
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And Mt. Saint Helens ha
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Thrown from the nest of Los Angeles
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Naive and motherless each
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Dear friends farewell
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Write down the e-mail for me
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We're out of town till these aftershocks
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Let up most definitely
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Where have they gone
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Far from Hyperion
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And Sunset Boulevard
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Word is you've gone
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On up to Oregon
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With room for company
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Flown from the nest of Los Angeles
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Naive and motherless me
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HYPERION AND SUNSET
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Grant Lee Buffalo |