Santa Barbara
I wish that I could bite my tongueCause even when I right I'm wrongI wish that I could pull these scabsAnd bleed you outAnd there's no one, no one like you
My coffees got a bitter tasteI wish that I was in that placeNew York Cityso far from Santa barabaraAnd there's no one, no one like you
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The summer days are so longIt's hard to hide in the lightSo afraidof what you'll seeOn the other side of the light (the light)and there's no one, no one like you.
I guess I used to love this place(you see all this talk about finding yourself)Feeling that I know it's fate(You lost yourself)why is New York City(God says)so far from Santa Barbara(You could travel to the end of the earth)Barbara(But you can always come back home)And there's no one, no one like you.
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