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When she's sleeping on the sofa, When she's laying in her Sunday best, when she's turning over Friday, I could swear I'm sleeping less and less... and the ocean's getting warmer, and California's on her mind, Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,
but I won't... no I won't...
Cause she's already out the door, she's already out of here she's already gone away...already gone away...
When I'm coming over Sunday and I think about you all the time, I wonder what you're doin I wonder why you never cry, When Boston's always raining, And we never ever seemed alive, I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well
bobrules99 added this comment 2009-08-31 14:44:40-05:00
love it
bobrules99 added this comment 2009-08-31 14:44:40-05:00
love it