| Breathe, I can make your dreams come true
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| Let’s leave
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| And find a place to live life slow
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| Put our feet in the water
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| Dig our teeth in the sand
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| Let the sea take us farther
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| Just to see where we land
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| And we can paint California
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| And pray the rain never shows up
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| We put our feet in the water
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| Dig our teeth in the sand
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| Let the sea take us farther
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| Just to see where we land
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| You see
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| I’ll turn the West Coast upside-down
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| As long as you say
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| That there’s no better place like home
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| And you’ll be my queen of the coral
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| I’ll be king of the sand
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| We’ll blind enemies with our laurels
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| As they scream for our heads
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| And we can paint California
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| And pray the rain never shows up
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| And you’ll be my queen of the coral
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| I’ll be king of the sand
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| We’ll blind enemies with our laurels
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| As they scream for our heads
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| The smell of sensation has got my heart racing
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| I’m high of your fragrance
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| High as the Tower of Babylon, baby
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| Stains and graffiti, I know that they won’t be
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| Mourning the pavement for long
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| La, la, lady, you got me stir-crazy
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| I hope the world’s ready
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| For brushes we’re waving like scepters
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| We’re paining the walls of Sin City
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| Broken and pretty, it’s yours for the taking
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| And we can paint California
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| And pray the rain never shows up
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| We put our feet in the water
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| Dig our teeth in the sand
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| Let the sea take us farther
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| Just to see where we land |