| I don’t got a trust fund, if the luck don’t come
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| It could be a cold one, all through winter
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| My father liked it better when it was better weather
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| But now, more than ever, he is ready to quit
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| Back to California, boy I could have warned you
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| That if I could afford you, we’d all stay there
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| Put away the work clothes, salt water in the nose
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| Look at how my hands froze, ready to quit
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| I don’t know where my love went
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| She flew away the other day
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| Maybe back to where her arms always burn
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| I’m thinking, but I already know
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| Pilot light’s going out, no more bread to go around
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| Do you know the love I’ve found for the bay?
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| Looking for skiff and seine, all that you bring is pain
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| Can’t see through the rain, letters stopped
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| Fifty pound bag of flour, generator lost its power
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| All the milk is going sour, get the wine
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| Race around, cheat the clock, gotta get of the dock
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| Looking for another flock to call my own
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| I don’t know where my love went
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| She flew away the other day
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| Maybe back to where her mind always turns
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| I’m thinking, but I already know
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| I don’t know where my love went
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| She flew away the other day
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| Maybe back to her place of concern
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| I’m thinking, but I already know |