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Smoky room and a thin blue light
Her arms were pale as white
Trying to outlast the night
Howling at the moon
Living in the Canyon Inn
Hang-down henna and whiskey gin
Dirty jeans and mudslide hymns
It all began with sum
So adios to California
Nothing to do but turn around
I always thought there's someone coming for you
Only way you'd leave this town
Pasadena in the rain
Eating donuts and reading Twain
How much longer can my brain
Set itself on fire?
You said that's it for me
Have a little faith, it might set you free
But your faith's no good, you see
For me and my desire
So adios to California
Nothing to do but turn around
I always thought there's someone coming for you
Only way you'd leave this town
Two cigarettes from a package gone
Must have thought about it just that long
I never knew you were so strong
I guess I never will
So adios to California
Nothing to do but turn around
I always thought there's someone coming for you
Only way you'd leave this town
Only way you'd leave this town
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