California, Au Revoir
We've come so far to San Fransisco. I wonder if it's real.
A rainy day, let's do some shopping. We're Captain and Tenille.
A D.J. sea, I feel like I'm drowning in love that's all around.
He likes my jeans, but what's my image. Oh what a lovely sound.
So don't think about me too long.
No, it won't be so hard, soon I'm gone.
Don't think about me too long. When the spirit dies,
California, au revoir
No hippies here, there's only gurus, and Earl's the king of like.
A fading song it sounds like ABBA. And Henry meets his wife.
So don't think about me too long.
No, it won't be so hard, soon I'm gone.
Don't think about me too long. When the spirit dies,
California, au revoir
San Fransisco, it's what I left behind, and what I didn't find.
San Fransisco, it's something from a dream, and it isn't what it seems.
So don't think about me too long.
No, it won't be so hard, soon I'm gone.
Don't think about me too long. When the spirit dies,
California, au revoir
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