We drove to Cali / And got drunk on the beach
I've tried for weeks to get word, but I still don't know where she is or if she's all right.
I feel like a traitor, but what's done is done. I can't unplay that note, even if it was a sour one.
I begin now to wish I'd worn my little bombasine
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