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California show your teeth, you're my priestess I am your priest.

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.

She's the kinda girl you want so much it makes you sorry, still you don't regret a single day.

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide, where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride, till I get to the bottom and I see you again.

Teardrop on the fire of a confession, fearless on my breath, most faithful mirror.

Your love is teaching me how, how to kneel.

Music seems to help the pain, seems to cultivate the brain.

Breathe. Breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave, don't leave me. Look around. Choose your own ground.

Beat me, hate me, you can never break me. Will me, thrill me, you can never kill me.

What can you see on the horizon? Why do the white gulls call?

Time has stopped before us, the sky can't ignore us.