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Titel: Gone To California
Artist: Pink
Goin' to California
\n To live in the summer sun
\n The streets are made of silver
\n I'm like a rabbit on the run
\n Philadelphia freedom
\n Well, it's not like you have heard
\n The City of Brotherly Love
\n Is full of pain and hurt
\n I'm goin' to California
\n To find my pot of gold
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\n Corruption on every corner
\n Hustlers selling sweets
\n Baby is home crying
\n While her momma's on the streets
\n Everybody's dying
\n Have you heard the news today?
\n A woman in north Philly is mourning
\n The bullet took another son away
\n I'm goin' to California
\n I'm goin' far, far away
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\n Goin' to California, yes
\n To resurrect my soul
\n The sun is always shining
\n Or at least that's what I'm told
\n Goin' to California
\n There's a better life for me
\n Goin' to California
\n I'll write and tell you what I see
\n Goin' to California
\n Somebody say a prayer for me
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