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there's a postcard, and a letter, mailed from golden shores of California and a message sent solely to warn ya, we're all fallin in, to the ocean but don't look so sad, 'cus theres lots of cold beer and white sand and I'm stuck in this beach, like a mad man so baby don't call, I'll be home tomorrow if you come home at all and I drop to my knees, and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say stuck in this summer, is where I'm gonna stay get me out of this city, and out of LA there's a stiff drink, and a cigatette, and a chair that just can't wait to meet you parked at the top of this sand dune and I've got this brand new tattoo but don't look so shocked 'cus I'm ridin high in a rag top and I'm burning my bridges with napalm so baby don't write, I'll be home tomorrow if you come home tonight Letras de cancionesand I drop to my knees, and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say, but stuck in this summer is where I'm gonna stay get me out of this city, and out of LA la da da da da da da da, la da da da da da da a, la a a a there's a postcard and a letter, mailed from goldenshores of California and a message sent solely to warn ya, we're all fallin in, to the ocean From Letras Mania