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Your California washed away Loved the soul that build the pain. Without a friend, without a doubt We walked it off until we drowned. Well, at least we caught some waves We spit them back at you! And now it feels so saturated All their eyes eviscerated. All he makes of what's in hand I'll rather be too late! Would you hold me? Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I think I could! Your New York's city's up all night Coming down from '99. Oh, oh, I love the aroma The city bores, my silly friend Dinner smells and whistling. Prepare the sticks, prepare my friends To her leave with all her friends Oh, oh, if I'd told you Oh, the light, I know it's so bright But I can't help the fuss, Letras de cancionesI'd trade it for quiet Would you hold me? Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I think I could! Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose Your right hand, your left brain it's doubting, You're out of control! Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose! Oh, hold me down, it's over now, I suppose! Would you hold me? Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I think I could! Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I should! Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I think I Do it? I think I would! Love me? Want, but I know I think I should. It's California washed away Loved the sound that build the pain Your New York's city's up all night Coming down from '99. At least we made some waves We spit them back at you! From Letras Mania