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Låttexter: The Weekend. California.

I met him on my birthday

He was a present to me from the stars

They all said "Happy Birthday, girl"

Then they tore my world apart.

They put me on the east side

And they left him in L.A.

The distance grew between us

And we broke up yesterday

But if I cry myself a river, I can swim back to my sweet California



Give me a

C - A - L - I

I never knew I could feel like that

F - O - R - N

Anyone could tell you that I've got it bad

I - A, I - A,

I ain't going down this way

I'm gonna cry myself a river so I can swim back to my sweet California



They're telling me I cry too much

That I could fill every bath and sink

In this city I got stuck in

With its tragic symphonies

They warned me not to get attached

But they got to me way too late

'Cause I'm thinking of him constantly-

Every moment I'm awake



But if I cry myself a river, then I can swim back to my sweet California



Give me a

C - A - L - I

I never knew I could feel like that

F - O - R - N

Anyone could tell you that I got it bad

I - A, I - A,

I ain't going down this way

I'm gonna cry myself a river, then I can swim back to my sweet California



Cold water bring me back to my senses

Cold water, let me drown in him

Cold water, bring me back to my senses

Cold water, bring me back to him



Oh give me a

C - A - L - I

I never knew I could feel like that

F - O - R - N

Anyone could tell you that I got it bad

I - A, I - A,

I ain't going down this way

I'm gonna cry myself a river so I can swim back to my sweet California