Now it's getting so_ I'm mad_ when someone_ says your name_
'Cause I've had to say_ good-bye_ to friends_ who couldn't stay away_
And sometimes_ it felt so wro_-ng_ to never_ want_ to lean on_ you-ou_
You may stand_ tall_ but I've got_ two feet__-e- eet_ too_
Now they talk of you_ in bars_ around_ a quiet beer__
Tell their tales_ of mind-gone stones_ where no_ one else_ can hear_
And later_ on_ out_-side_ they say they're_ getting on a pla-ane__
To fly away_ l eaving_ you__ a gain__
Cali fo-or_-nia_ my friends all_ call you home__
And if you take_ away_ another_ I'll be that much_ more_ alone_
Is it_ my fault_ that my kind_ are always_ drawn_ toward the su-un_
Like a child_ to home_ when ever_ dark_- ness__ comes__
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Now in a few more_ years_ I won't_ remem-_ber what it was_ to play_-ay-ay-ay_
The music of old_ friends_ who need_ to live so_ far-ar_ away_
But can I _ once taste_ Northern waters_ then_ for sake them_ for the South_
To feel_ Califor_-nia's ashes_ in_ my mouth___
Cali fo-or_-nia_ my friends all_ call you home__
And if you take_ away_ another_ I'll be that much_ more_ alone_
Is it_ my fault_ that my kind_ are always_ drawn_ toward the sun_
Like a child_ to home_ when ever_ dark_- ness_ comes_
Oh Cali fo-or_-nia_ my friends all_ call you home__
And if you take_ away_ another_ I'll be that much_ more_ alone_
Is it_ my fault_ that my kind_ are always_ drawn_ toward the sun_
Like a child_ to home_ when ever_ dark_- ness__ comes__
Like a child_ to home_ when ever_ dark_- ness___ comes___
