| The stars fell on California
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| Through a fire in the sky
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| Deep underground they’re dreaming
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| Till the end of time
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| Somewhere a green-eyed girl
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| Knows that it’s all fleeting
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| She knows it’s only a state of mind
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| On this earth we’re blinded
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| By the gun and by the crown
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| The demon Mars is laughing
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| While Jupiter just frowns
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| Somewhere a guitar playing
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| Simply breaks a string
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| The song still gives a
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| What’s done is done
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| You can call it good clean fun
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| Now there’s nothing left to say
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| The bills come, it’s time to pay
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| There’s a black car waiting outside
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| When every kiss is a goodbye
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| From Bosto to Barcelona
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| To Bakersfield and back
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| Mighty flood like rage
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| Covering up your tracks
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| Burning through the heavens
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| From cradle to the grave
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| The song still gives a
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| What’s done is done
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| You can call it good clean fun
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| Now there’s nothing left to say
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| The bills come, it’s time to pay
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| There’s a black car waiting outside
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| When every kiss is a goodbye
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| Let the black cat in
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| Do it over and over again
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| Let your feelings flow
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| Let it go, let it go, let it go
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| Let the black cat in
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| Do it over and over again
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| Let your feelings flow
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| Let it go
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| The song still gives a
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| What’s done is done
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| Tell me what’s a crime
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| Tell me what’s a real good time
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| Go ahead and tie that noose
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| I’m still gonna play it loose
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| And if you’re looking for a bust
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| Well, come on baby and call my bluff
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| Now there’s nothing left to say
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| The bills come, it’s time to pay
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| There’s a black car waiting outside
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| When every kiss is a goodbye
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| When every kiss is a goodbye
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| When every kiss is a goodbye
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| When every kiss is a goodbye |