C G Now it's getting so I'm mad when someone says your nameDm Am 'Cause I've had to say good-bye to friends who couldn't stay awayF C Am And sometimes it felt so wrong to never want to lean on youDm G C You may stand tall, but I've got two feet tooC G Now they talk of you in bars around a quiet beerDm Am Tell their tales of mind-gone stones where no one else can hearF C Am And later on outside, they say they're getting on a planeDm G C To fly away, leaving you againAm G California, my friends all call you homeDm Am And if you take away another, I'll be that much more aloneF C Am Is it my fault that my kind are always drawn toward the sunDm G C Like a child to home whenever darkness comesC G Now in a few more years, I won't remember what it was to playDm Am The music of old friends who need to live so far awayF C Am But can I once taste Northern waters, then forsake them for the SouthDm G C To feel California's ashes in my mouthAm G California, my friends all call you homeDm Am And if you take away another, I'll be that much more aloneF C Am Is it my fault that my kind are always drawn toward the sunDm G C Like a child to home whenever darkness comesAm G California, my friends all call you homeDm Am And if you take away another, I'll be that much more aloneF C Am Is it my fault that my kind are always drawn toward the sunDm G C Like a child to home whenever darkness comesDm G C Like a child to home whenever darkness comes
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