Going to californiaTry and find my headGonna swim in the
Through windows by my bedMiles away i rest my weary
Been awhile and you see his faceSo you can't ignore
I like to sitDo nothing at homeI disappear, turn off
Once round outside and check the doorOnly thing he came
His hands are clenchedHis knuckles whiteHe got a gunAnd gave
Haven't seen her, she hit the wall last nightBumped his
She won't tell me liesShe want to see me smile,
I would like to knowHow you cage a bird aflightFeathers
Though you're always on my mindFound a sickness that was
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