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I'm going to California to live in the summer sun 
 
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The streets are made of silver, I'm like a rabbit on the run 
 
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Philadelphia freedom, well it's not like you have heard. 
 
| | | Gm 
 
The city of brotherly love is full of pain and hurt. 
 
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I'm going to California To find my pot of gold.