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Driving out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine
The wind blowing through all these palm trees, shaking bodies, under napalm skies
The kids and all their fucked up virtues, I know it hurts you, when the party dies
Would you cross dry deserts babe
Would you cut through pines
Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind
And you're always calming me
Only in these dreams
Waking up the neighbors
Screaming in these sweaty sheets
I've been on the run for so long
I want a sad song, that lasts all night
The whites and blues on big wide opens
The way I'm coping with passing time
Would you cross dry deserts babe
Would you cut through pines
Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind
And you're always calming me
Only in these dreams
Waking up the neighbors
Screaming in these sweaty sheets
Would you cross dry deserts babe
Would you cut through pines
Would you swim up river when I'm surely on your mind
And you're always calming me
Only in these dreams
Waking up the neighbors
Screaming in these sweaty sheets
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