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Rest your hand on strangers faces Will be ride in boats next season What was it that you’ve been told Golden suits and jewel and thrones Hot sand pulls you deep The change of the season The blistering skin The chance you could win You’re face to face Don’t run You hand is full of gristle now Take more pills and wash them down Waiting for your time to pass The centre of an hourglass Hot sand pulls you deep The change of the season The blistering skin The chance you could win You’re face to face don’t run I’m California dreamin’ From Letras Mania