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Your California washed away
Loved the soul that build the pain.
Without a friend, without a doubt
We walked it off until we drowned.
Well, at least we caught some waves
We spit them back at you!
And now it feels so saturated
All their eyes eviscerated.
All he makes of what's in hand
I'll rather be too late!

Would you hold me?
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I think I could!

Your New York's city's up all night
Coming down from '99.
Oh, oh, I love the aroma
The city bores, my silly friend
Dinner smells and whistling.
Prepare the sticks, prepare my friends
To her leave with all her friends
Oh, oh, if I'd told you
Oh, the light, I know it's so bright
But I can't help the fuss,
I'd trade it for quiet

Would you hold me?
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I think I could!

Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose
Your right hand, your left brain it's doubting,
You're out of control!
Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose!
Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose!

Would you hold me?
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I think I could!
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I should!
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I think I
Do it? I think I would!
Love me?
Want, but I know I think I should.

It's California washed away
Loved the sound that build the pain
Your New York's city's up all night
Coming down from '99.
At least we made some waves
We spit them back at you!

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