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I hate that red wine sunset dropping down from heaven
Holding up that jet stream 747 you're on
Making you long gone
I hate that West Coast angel town wave crash city
All the bright light nights helping you get busy moving on
I won't take long
I hate that old front door, I let you walk out of
Hate the California king where we made love
Hate the drink in this cup, hate the next one too
I hate that cracked screen phone, you're not picking up
Hate the way midnight keeps kicking up memories
Like a maze, I can't get through
But I still love you
I still love you
I hate that top down Malibu highway winding
With the wind in your hair, Ray Bans, sun shining in your eyes
Where it never rains and tears don't cry
I hate that old front door, I let you walk out of
Hate the California king where we made love
Hate the drink in this cup, hate the next one too
I hate that cracked screen phone, you're not picking up
Hate the way midnight keeps kicking up
Memories like a maze I can't get through
But I still love you
I still love you (you, ooh)
Mm
I still love you (mhm)
Hate the red wine sunset dropping down
That West Coast angel town
And that top down Malibu (mm)
I hate that 747 you're on
Those bright light nights got you moving on
Those memories I can't get through
I still love you (oh, oh)
I still love you, hey, oh (oh, oh)
(Oh), I hate that 747 you're on (that 747 you're on)
That West Coast angel town
And that top down Malibu
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