California here I come
Right back where I started from
Where bowers of flowers
Bloom in the spring
Each morning, at dawning
Birdies sing and everything
A sun-kissed miss said, "Don't be late"
that's why I can hardly wait
Open up that golden Gate (or the gate at LAX)
California, here I come.
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have a great time!
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