Lyrics California Will Never Rest - ayokay
                                                Crowded 
                                                highways 
                                                and 
                                                sunsets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                thinking 
                                                you're 
                                                underdressed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fake 
                                                friends 
                                                who 
                                                feast 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                California 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crowded 
                                                highways 
                                                and 
                                                sunsets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                thinking 
                                                you're 
                                                underdressed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fake 
                                                friends 
                                                who 
                                                feast 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                California 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                here 
                                                it 
                                                goes 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tonight, 
                                                we'll 
                                                pretend
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                notice 
                                                it 
                                                (Ooh)
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                drink 
                                                until 
                                                we 
                                                feel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                another 
                                                shot 
                                                ideal
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                lose 
                                                focus, 
                                                shit 
                                                (Oh 
                                                whoa, 
                                                oh, 
                                                oh)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                answer 
                                                plays 
                                                on 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                heads
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                and 
                                                white 
                                                torn 
                                                images
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                drift 
                                                into 
                                                our 
                                                inevitable 
                                                irrelevance
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                more 
                                                night 
                                                parading 
                                                what's 
                                                cool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beauty 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                fate 
                                                of 
                                                its 
                                                rule
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                running 
                                                from 
                                                our 
                                                family 
                                                and 
                                                friends, 
                                                they're 
                                                evidence
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                find 
                                                me 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                good 
                                                intentions 
                                                spent
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                can 
                                                feel 
                                                so 
                                                real 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                honest 
                                                never 
                                                lasts
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                excess
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                buy 
                                                your 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                catch
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                answer 
                                                plays 
                                                on 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                heads
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                and 
                                                white 
                                                torn 
                                                images
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                drift 
                                                into 
                                                our 
                                                inevitable 
                                                irrelevance
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                more 
                                                night 
                                                parading 
                                                what's 
                                                cool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beauty 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                fate 
                                                of 
                                                its 
                                                rule
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                running 
                                                from 
                                                our 
                                                family 
                                                and 
                                                friends, 
                                                they're 
                                                evidence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crowded 
                                                highways 
                                                and 
                                                sunsets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                thinking 
                                                you're 
                                                underdressed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fake 
                                                friends 
                                                who 
                                                feast 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                California 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crowded 
                                                highways 
                                                and 
                                                sunsets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                thinking 
                                                you're 
                                                underdressed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fake 
                                                friends 
                                                who 
                                                feast 
                                                off 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                California 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                 
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