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Sunday's Best
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The Californian
Lyricist：J Waite
Fallin' down again, this feelin' that you know so well
A child scrapin' up his knees
Who's kissin' the cuts and chasing behind you?
Leo says that, there's no victims only volunteers
I think that I believe that if there's a crime
There must be a crime scene
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Word on the street the deal, had been queered for quite sometime
Small print too small to read
Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe
The East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral
Hangs waiting for a breeze
Autumn my friend, I hope that you've missed me
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
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Whoa, whoa, whoa
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
(That's what they say)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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