| Getting born in the state of Mississippi, |
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Her Poppa was a copper and her Momma was a hippy, |
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In Alabama she will swing a hammer, |
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Price you got to pay when you break the panorama, |
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She never knew that there was anything more than all, |
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Well in the war your comfort to take me for, |
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Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana, |
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Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana, |
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She’s a runner, Rebel and a stunner, |
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Come to Mirawais saying „Baby watcha gona?,“ |
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Looking down the barrell of a hot bell 45, |
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Just another way to survive |
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California, Rest In Peace, |
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California, show your teeth, |
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She’s my priestess, I’m your priest, |
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She’s a lover, Baby and a fighter, |
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Shoulda seen it coming when I got a little brighter, |
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With a name like „Dani California,“ |
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Day was gona come when I was gona mourn ya, |
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That she was stealing another bread, |
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California, Rest In Peace, |
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California, show your teeth, |
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She’s my priestess, I’m your priest, |
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Who knew the hardest side of you? |
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Who knew the hardest time to prove? |
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Too true to say goodbye to you |
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Too true to say, say, say |
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Pushed the fader, Gifted animator, |
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One for the now, And eleven for the later, |
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Never made it up to Minnesota, |
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Off the coated man, Was gona fill the quota, |
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Down in the Badlands she was saving the best for last, |
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It only hurts when I laugh, |
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California, Rest In Peace, |
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California, show your teeth, |
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She’s my priestess, I’m your priest, |
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California, Rest In Peace, |
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California, show your teeth, |
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She’s my priestess, I’m your priest, |
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