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Don't mind the red eyes, he's just trying to warn you of the bridge.

The bridge.

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Um, how do you tell me you're in Florida without telling me you're in Florida?

On a dark desert highway, cool in in my hair, warm smell of colitas, rising up through

the air, overhead in the distance, what's our shimmering light?

My head grew heavy, and my satire grew dim, I had to stop all the night.

I'm not gonna keep going, I'll sing it.

I'll sing it in the higher.

Fuckin' song.

Give us a couple more.

Because I've been a couple more.

I think, are you, welcome to the hot damn California.

Is it a good place?

A lovely place?

Oh, it's a lovely bed, it's time you air for yourself.

You're a very nice.

I'm plenty of room at the hot damn California, but I'm pretty in it.

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