Sleep avoids desperate and lonelyAfternoons, solitude is goldenComforting fake e
Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls,Described
There's nothing on the radioTurn that fucker offThere's nothing on
Plastic, nothing's real inside of youSickens, cheapens every thought of
Talking out of turn,Do you ever learn, do you ever
Well the paper readsWhat the people needCan't distort the truth
Summer's here, there's nowhere to goI'm holding on some avenueYou'd
Falling on your faceWatching people passing byFeeling so all aloneDown
Californ-I-A so it seemsLife isn't what it appears to bePeople
You think this town is keeping you downBut I've been
Bought yourself a red noseA stupid pair of shoesYou're so
Stuck out, strung outBroken down, but you don't cryYou have
Pick up the pieces of your adolescent dreamsTake what they
You're taking this all way too hardPut the barrel to
Woke up with the TV onTeenage kicks are so much
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