Got on a board a west bound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California but girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect, I'm out of bread
I'm under loved, I'm under fed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California but girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?
Tell them I had offers but didn't know which one's to take
But please don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell them how you found me, give me a break, give me a break
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California but girl, don't they warn ya
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