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You say hey, brother.
He says hey.
Just for meeting in the street
How did it get to be this way?
This is Cali-forn-i-ay
Where roots are chopped
Or shallow anyway
But you say hey
And he says hey
And I don't know why it is that way.
I mean,
I can't say it.
There once was another history
Before you came
Before time.
Another time in memory
And far away.
When someone said
Okay.
You and you and you can say hey.
Not you, though.
You're on your own, babe.
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