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The Voyces Let Me Die In Southern California (2009)

I've packed my bags, I'm gonna leave this city
The story leading up to this is long
But those big bright lights that sometimes seem so pretty
Lose every bit of allure when you,
You feel the weight of the world

Desert winds, please blow all that behind me
We know it in our hearts when we are home
Jasmine, take me to a place I'll find me
Where the ocean catches the sun sinking
And takes all that is undone
It ends where it had begun

Let me die in Southern California
Big blue sky, you're golden in the sun
As we fly through Southern California
Down the 101

The winding highway spilling to a canyon
A mission-style tavern packed with fools
Who laugh and raise their glasses up to heaven
As sunlight flickers off the tops of pools

It's kind of like the sound of spirits thrashing
These waves that kiss this highway up and down
And calming is the calling of their crashing
And all you've loved, it just swirls in you
Yes, everything that you've loved
Yes, everyone that you've loved

Let me die in Southern California
Big blue sky, you're golden in the sun
As we fly through Southern California
Down the 101

www.thevoyces.net
Brian Wurschum ~ lead vocals, guitar
Jude Kastle ~ vocals
Frank Carreno ~ bass
Eric Puente ~ drums