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The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member with my Beatle boots and my super-8
And I raced you to the top The camera gets a stuttered shot of me approaching the painted shrine
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say, run me around again
The sawed-off tree trunks stand among the living palms
You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along
And I raced you to the top
Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks
Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein
I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha and made him cry
Georgie, I'm your friend
And the shit brown reservoir is a testament to the dogs of L.A.
They hold the place like the Mafia and say, run me around again
I wanna go again

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