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California, golden morning

I can feel it in the silence of the room

On the carpet, shadows creep in from the window

It’s a room without a view

Just the creeping, endless traffic

Stretching off into a wash of hazy blue

On my mattress, killing hours

Trying not to call you, yeah

All the vampires of the valley

Are cracking jokes and blowing smoke like cigarettes

While their mothers in the suburbs

Are taking pills with wine and trying to forget

And rows of houses, empty windows

Lit with silent signs of life from the TV

While the water’s disappearing

Down the cracks in the concrete

And if you look, you will see I got blood on my sleeve

And I can be anything that you want me to be

In California, California

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

I’m tearing at the seams, oh

(Don't make me make up my mind, I’m running out of time)

In California

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