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From panic to pandemonium Where Richter Scale measured impact People screamed in delirium. Californians cried in a hum Packing, running with lives intact From panic to pandemonium.
I' ma lover, not a fighter, I said it all the time, Keep smiling, push through, ignore it, I didn't even realize, That wading through life like this was the fight, Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
SOME inspiration of the virtual Lovers comes from the distant inner worlds brings you a shaft light of the heart angelic soul that illuminates your insight   YOU know that nothing seems impossible
This journey begins in the golden state, Where waves well and traffic too turns time late, And travels to the prideful lone star realm. Trust me -- I am not the man at the helm.
The lily is the flower for a home. But Californian poppies make me feel so home sick Roses make me angry, and any flower from Britain Is a flower for a whore.   But lilies
Once upon a time There was no prince. Once upon a time There was no castle. Once upon a time There was no happily ever after.
California Is where I reside A Beautiful Life
 i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time.  no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
there go my girls  they're arm in arm palm tree girls that keep me warm bring on the sunset my summer stars boardwalk fairs and stealing hearts  
where had my wacka gone 
¡Bienvenidos al ardiente lirio!¡Que surreal! ¡Que genial!
So hot and so dry, Sometimes I wonder why everyone enjoys the heat. Unbearable,  Crushing,  Suffocating!   But I manage,  and so do all my friends and peers.  Because summer is a time
I’ve been all over the United States
Sirens, sirens, sirens In the city of Angels But where is the light? Gum ridden sidewalks Palm Trees And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens It's hard. It's hard.
  Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank                 Parents diving into their savings bank
The Santa Ana winds roll in every year. They go about making things dusty and dry. They are strong and forceful but there's no need to fear. They persuade the dust of the Earth to make you cry.  
  Ever since I laid my eyes on you, nothing was the same. Even the clouds I land on change Like setting fire to the motherfucking rain From the first time to the next, Or the next to the first time
It will rain today. The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.   And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
  Footprints in the sand vanish from under the howling winds of the great mosaic.  The Mojave lends all but safe passage. mountains rise and fall as the footprints ascend and descend their creviced skin of rock and stone. 
She will fill me with glee, when she finally decides to come to California with me. I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country, though I have never been, so when, when, when?
Los Angeles, California. What is it like? Sunny weather, super stars, flashing lights. That’s what people think L.A. is like. But they don’t know about South Central and all of its fights.
Born in the City of Angels To the King of demons. Devils arise from thirteen hells, And kill for all reasons. Members are marked by blood and ink, powder plasters their lungs;
I see the clock counting time, The minutes passing by. tic tock tic tock… The noise in beat with my heart Is it the end of an hour, Or just a new start? Tic tock tic tock…
Graduation, here we come We pass on down the blue and white We're out of here, we're gone We're getting out tonight
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