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I can't go any further
I just need a rest
If you're looking for the sunshine
California's best

Gonna pack my bags for summer
And I'm headed out west
Where the days last forever
And the nightmare never ends

We all know just how the story goes
Out there's a place where the streets are made of gold
And everyone is an angel-headed soul
In California, I'm told

When I look all around me
All I see is pain
California dreamin'
Was never done in vain

There are some who still tell me
That ignorance is bliss, it is
When the price of happiness
Is more than I can spend

We all see where the broken dreams will lead
Working hard just to have a place to be
Compromising, compromising everything
In California they are kings

In the city of angels
There's a woman who swings
She was gonna be an actress
Now she's selling everything

And in the city of angels
There's a man who plays guitar
He tried so hard just to make it
And now he's just a shooting star

We all know just how the story goes
Out there's a place where the streets are made of gold
And no one ever dies and no one's growing old
In California, I'm told

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