No sun will forever remind you of
The wind dancing from the west
Spruced and nearly dressed
May spill your bone of dust
Drop your load and rest awhile
Keep these photographs of her
She was young and more secure, Kalifornia
You were so tall and handsome
Took her love for ransom, Kalifornia
Crawl for this withered wonderland
Strangled by your hand, baby, Kalifornia
Drop your load and rest awhile
Keep these photographs of her
She was young and more secure, Kalifornia
You took her out of a cool, hip crowd
Took her for all she could give
Gave her a bath in your dry martini and
Tossed her back out in the fields of Miss America
She spends her evenings running wild
Keep these photographs of her
Now that she's cold and insecure
Take back every seed you sowed
And back down deep within her soul
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