| Bummin' on the stormy winter, yeah
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| Well down there, there ain’t a friend to pull you through
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| Well, you got to hide those waves behind your eyeballs, yeah
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| You drop those reds, you drop those greens and blues
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| Ooh, thank you for your wine, California, yeah
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| Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit
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| Yeah, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail, yeah
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| And I hid the speed inside my shoe
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| Ooh, come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia, yeah
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| Come on, come on down, I beg of you
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| Come on, come on down, you got it in ya, yeah
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| Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes
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| Ooh now, thank you for your wine, California, yeah
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| Yeah, thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit
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| Well, I guess I, I got the desert in my toenail
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| And I hid the speed inside my shoe
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| Now, come on, come on down, I beg of you
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| Come on, come on down, you got it in you, yeah
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| You got to scrape that shit right off you shoes
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| (thank you very much) |