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The Golden State is burning crimson red
All the smoke is swirling in circles 'round my head
Gather up all my things and pack 'em all away
Running for my life through the hazy day

Oh my, it's high time
Pack it up, we got to leave now
And I wonder if we'll make it
Home again
Home again

Bolts of lightning are a pretty sight to see
But the rain never came to soak the redwood trees
Diablo winds are blowing through the hills
And at least my memories are with me still

Oh my, it's high time
Pack it up, we got to leave now
And I wonder if we'll makе it

I'll shout at the heavens
I'm praying for rain
Lеt the clouds come a-rollin'
So we can go back home again
Home again
Home again
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I'm hurting for all my friends that left today
Will they rebuild or will they move away
They're telling us to leave if we want to survive
If it's all gone at least we're still alive

I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home again

I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home again

I'll shout at the heavens
I'm praying for rain
Let the clouds come a-rollin'
So we can go back home again
So we can go back home again
I wanna build a home with you again