| A man named Gene’s got a beautiful voice
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| He carries me home on his beautiful horse
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| And where she waits, I will ride, ride, ride
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| Come on stranger, just sing me a song
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| And if it’s sad, I’ll sing along, long, long
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| I told you I knew every word
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| When I get to California, gonna write my name in the sand
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| I’m gonna lay this body down, and watch the waves roll in
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| And when the city spreads out just like a cut vein
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| Everybody drowns sad and lonely
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| Well, everybody drowns sad and lonely
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| Well, everybody drowns sad and lonely, alright
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| Sweet, sweet dreams in color and sound
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| Highways in the faraway to be found
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| I saw gold mines in the sky, sky, sky
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| They were clouds just waiting to cry
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| And with the wind, I’m dancing drift, drift, drift
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| In the shapes of the place that I miss
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| When I get to California, gonna write my name in the sand
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| I’m gonna lay this body down, and watch the waves roll in
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| I’m gonna rest this weary head on someone who I think will care
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| But when the stars in the sky start falling, I think you’ll understand
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| That the city spreads out just like a cut vein
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| Everybody drowns, sad and lonely
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| Well everybody drowns, sad and lonely
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| Well everybody drowns, sad and lonely, alright
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| Yeah, I’m waiting for something to give
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| Well, I’m waiting, I hope it’s not me
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| Yeah, I’m waiting for something to give
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| Yeah, I’m waiting |