Her Space Holiday - Sleepy California Lyrics

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Sleepy California

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What Are The Lyrics For Sleepy California By Her Space Holiday?
I used to think that I knew
My way around this town But I'm always getting lost Since you're not around I never thought that I would say this But I miss my mom Even though for all those years We didn't get along And when I stop to think about it I guess we were the same Too stubborn to apologize Too filled up on rage I wish she felt young again When everything was new When her father held her hand And said, "There's nothing you can't do" And then I woke up to a phone call Right On Christmas day It said, "Your grandmother is dying In a painful way Her lungs are filling up with fluid Even as we speak The doctor said that if she's lucky She'll make it 'til next week" I had one last chance to see her Right before I moved But I didn't end up going I used some lame excuse I hope that she's not scared Lying there alone I hope she hears her husband's voice Telling her she's coming home It's just sleepy California But I just hope they know It's just sleepy California How much I really care It's just sleepy California How I want the best for them It's just sleepy California Even though I'm hardly there |
Who Wrote Sleepy California By Her Space Holiday?
Marc Bianchi
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What's The Duration Of The Sleepy California By Her Space Holiday?The duration of Sleepy California is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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