Letra

You were sitting on Lincoln I was sitting on Main Story of my life Running five minutes late LA traffic's no excuse But it's hard to take You were halfway through A glass of Chardonnay I said, "I'm sorry" "That's ok, I got an Appetizer coming, Tell me about your day" And that's when I saw it The rapture in your eyes Sat down just long enough For me to realize The sky was falling I was calling you darling Stars are colliding I say they're aligning I was meant to die in your arms Venice Beach October Never thought I'd be over In California again Miss California Here I am And I was thinking bout The early days before You were sick and everything Was more Look at this and let's do that The Golden State Was smiling back Jiffy Pop and PBR On the PCH Love is simple when You're underage The sky was falling I was calling you darling Stars are colliding I say they're aligning I was meant to die in your arms Venice Beach October Never thought I'd be over In California again Miss California Here I am City of Angels City of Devils Went through Hell in Paradise But darling I would do it all over If it gets you here alive Let's drink to this Miss California You're alright
Writer(s): Eric Knutson, Will Charles Overman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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