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Got on a board a west bound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies Rang true, sure rang true... Seems it never rains in Southern California Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California But girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man it pours... Out of work, I'm out of my head Out of self respect I'm out of bread I'm under loved I'm under fed I wanna go home It never rains in California But girl don't they warn ya, It pours, man it pours... Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it Tell I had offers but don't know which one to take But please don't tell them how you found me Don't tell them how you found me Give me a break... give me a break... Seems it never rains in Southern California Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California But girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man it pours... |
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