Just a little west coast in a bed of sunshine
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She's like cold coffee in the morning
But the world keeps spinnin around
Putting my defenses up, cuz i don't wanna fall in love
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
Oh well, oh well. Guess I'll see you in hell
I just wanna know you better now
And i won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
Lovin' him was red
Never give up hope
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