It’s only California
Oh I lay to rest
Oh now, money-maker
The hands of the devil’s sister
Oh they laid me down
There must be a way out
There must be a way out
There’s a ghost inside of you
And I can see it peering through
Oh I lay, oh under
The oak tree
In the dead of winter
Oh I lay to rest
A winged boy fell from the tree
And oh he landed right next to me
The devil’s fruit inside of me
And how my wings lay so dormantly
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Oh you were a body
You were a ghost
And now you are nothing
The dark it up and rose
And toward the light it took you
And melted your wings
‘Cause you were a body
And now you are nothing
And I touched
Oh his feathers
Cow hide
Hands of leather
Oh you are a man
Oh wax wings they wouldn’t stay
And so our love melted away
Toward the sun so right and fair
And then I saw you drop in mid air
It’s only California It’s only California Oh I lay to rest Oh now, money-maker The hands of the devil’s sister Oh they laid me down There must be a way out There must be a way out There’s a ghost inside of you And I can see it peering through Oh I lay, oh under The oak tree In the dead of winter Oh I lay to rest A winged boy fell from the tree And oh he landed right next to me The devil’s fruit inside of me And how my wings lay so dormantly Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Oh you were a body You were a ghost And now you are nothing The dark it up and rose And toward the light it took you And melted your wings ‘Cause you were a body And now you are nothing And I touched Oh his feathers Cow hide Hands of leather Oh you are a man Oh wax wings they wouldn’t stay And so our love melted away Toward the sun so right and fair And then I saw you drop in mid air Explain Request ×
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