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Watching all the people like the waves along the shore
They hang around he whiskey and every open store
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I'm walking on sunset
And I'll never reach the end
I'm walking on sunset
Everything is like a friend
All the pretty women, never seen a better crop
Music all around, the flashing lights will never stop
Standing at the corner watching every kind of car
Friendly people come and say they wanna see your star
The cops were in the car but they never bothered me
A new magic world - I never felt so free
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There's a hero living at 2401 and all around
A family circus in the sun
Got his Mothers working
While you're having fun
Trying to change the system
Many things that must be done
Where did Moon go?
Better call at GTO
In the red room
Pam is planning where to go
Gail and Pauline
Who is prowling round your door?
A maniac, The Raven
Could he have his gun back?
No! 2401, got myself a place to stay
On the railroad, Kansas nearer every day
Miss Christine cooking
Looking very gay
How do you say a Thank You?
How do you ever tear yourself away?
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Just a silly kind of quarrel
When we made each other wild
Just a silly kind of quarrel
When we made each other wild
Maybe both of us were wrong
But somebody's acting like a child
You shouldn't have been so selfish
I shouldn't have walked out
You shouldn't have been so selfish
I shouldn't have walked out
It makes you kind of wonder
What love is all about
Now I've gone and lost my feelings
Ever since you got me riled
Now I've gone and lost my feelings
Ever since you got me riled
Maybe we should talk it over
Somebody's acting like a child
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I've been living with the Bear in a big house full of blues
Going back through the years, hear any record you choose
The sun is shining down and the Bear is rolling in the shade
Everybody is gonna boogie, blues roll night and day
Turn on all of the people who got no place to stay
All the men of Canned Heat are part of my family
I'm gonna remember the things they did for me
I got to be moving, they call me Wandering John
I'll see you, old Bear. I'll be back 'fore long...
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