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Hey Mom, I know We’re getting old And the lines on our hands have changed But you still look at

I bought that pillow on the couch ’cause it reminded Me of the colors on your wall I thought you’d

California sunshine But sometimes it’s gonna rain I wish it was always blue skies But they can turn to gray

You cut your hair, you dried your tears You look happier than ever And I hear he’s nice and treats

(I’m bad news) (Yeah, I’m bad news) (I’m bad news, why you think) (I’m bad news for you) I’ma make

I never saw it comin’, I was havin’ fun alone Took a couple shots, now I got your number in

I wanna call you up Tell you how I feel But I might scare you away if I get too

It’s been a couple months since I moved in all my stuff But this place still don’t feel like it’s

Palm trees, square dancing under the moon Sunsets, they ain’t got nothing on you And the purple in the sky