I’m like pure sun, pacific coast
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Burnt down celebrity homes
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Started with cigarette smoke
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I’m like high tide, streamlined
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Almost paradise, but you wouldn’t
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Recognize it
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And at the end of the day
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The sun goes into the water
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After everyday, it glows
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I’m the finest of wines
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Baby, I’m a rosé
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Not from California
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Somewhere further away
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I’m your Malibu baby
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And my number’s been called
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There ain’t nothin' past me
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m like Point Dume, June Gloom
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Free parking, polluting a summer afternoon
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I’m quite sixties, beach boys
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Pixied, bleached, ever poised
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Never buried in the noise
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And at the end of the day
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I’m someone’s relevant daughter
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After everyday, it shows
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I’m the finest of wines
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Baby, I’m a rosé
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Not from California
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Somewhere further away
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I’m your Malibu baby
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All my lovers recall
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There ain’t nothin' past me
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the finest of wines
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Baby, I’m a rosé
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Not from California
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Somewhere further away
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I’m your Malibu baby
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And my number’s been called
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There ain’t nothin' past me
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world
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I’m the edge of the world |