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Blink-182 - California Album Lyrics



Blink-182 - California Lyrics






Cynical

There's a cynical feeling saying I should give up
You said everything you'll ever say
There's a moment of panic when I hear the phone ring
Anxiety's calling in my head

Is it back again?
Are you back again?

Don't wake me up before you leave
Is there the slightest trace of what you once believed
I feel your hand unlock the door
Leaving fingerprints of water in the oil

What's the point of saying sorry now
Lost my voice while fighting my way out (while fighting my way out)

What's the point of saying sorry now (not sorry, not sorry, not sorry, I'm not sorry)
Lost my voice while fighting my way out (not sorry, not sorry, not sorry, I'm not sorry now)
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Writer: TRAVIS BARKER, MARK HOPPUS, JOHN FELDMANN, THOMAS SKIBA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Bored To Death

There's an echo pulling out the meaning
Rescuing a nightmare from a dream
The voices in my head are always screaming
That none of this means anything to me

And it's a long way back from seventeen
The whispers turn into a scream
And I, I'm not coming home

Save your breath, I'm nearly
Bored to death and fading fast
Life is too short to last long
Back on Earth, I'm broken
Lost and cold and fading fast
Life is too short to last long

There's a stranger staring at the ceiling
Rescuing a tiger from a tree
The pictures in her head are always dreaming
Each of them means everything to me

And it's a long way back from seventeen
The whispers turn into a scream
And I, I'm not coming home

Save your breath, I'm nearly
Bored to death and fading fast
Life is too short to last long
Back on Earth, I'm broken
Lost and cold and fading fast
Life is too short to last long

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

(Oh oh, oh oh)
I think I met her at the minute that the rhythm was set down
(Oh oh, oh oh)
I said I'm sorry I'm a bit of a letdown
(Oh oh, oh oh)
But all my friends are daring me to come over
(Oh oh, oh oh)
So I come over and over and over
(Oh oh, oh oh)
So let me buy you a drink and we'll pretend that you think
(Oh oh, oh oh)
That I'm the man of your dreams come to life in a dive bar
(Oh oh, oh oh)
And we'll go over and over and over
(Oh oh, oh oh)
And we'll go over and over and over
(Oh oh, oh oh)
And we'll go over and over and over
(Oh oh, oh oh)
And we'll go over and over and over

Save your breath, I'm nearly
Bored to death and fading fast
Life is too short to last long
Back on Earth, I'm broken
Lost and cold and fading fast
Life is too short to last long

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
(Life is too short to last long)
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh
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Writer: John William Feldmann, Mark Hoppus, Matthew Thomas Skiba, Travis L. Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Shes Out Of Her Mind

I said settle down, settle down everything is fine
Take your eyes off the floor
She said no I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not alright
I lost my head on the door

She's a-a-a-antisocial
A-a-a-antisocial
A-a-a
She's an angel yeah

I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)
She said babe I'm sorry but I'm crazy tonight (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)
She got a black shirt, black skirt and Bauhaus stuck in her head
I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)

Oh yeah
We all need something to live for
Yeah
We all need something to live for

She said I let her down, let her down I no longer dream
Of anything anymore
Said I'm a know-it-all, know-it-all you make me want to scream
And threw herself on the floor

She's a-a-a-antisocial
A-a-a-antisocial
A-a-a
She's an angel yeah

I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)
She said babe I'm sorry but I'm crazy tonight (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)
She got a black shirt, black skirt and Bauhaus stuck in her head
I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)

She's not complicated
Can't be overstated at all
She's not complicated-ated-ated at all

I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh) (she's out of her mind)
She said babe I'm sorry but I'm crazy tonight (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)
She got a black shirt, black skirt and Bauhaus stuck in her head
I'm in deep with this girl but she's out of her mind (wooo oh oh ohhh oh)

Oh yeah
We all need something to live for
Yeah
We all need something to live for
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Los Angeles

Day in day out
Up at 3 AM with the searchlights shining down
Day in day out
It's the blinding light underneath the dirt downtown
Whoa
Listen to the sound as they bomb the Sixth Street Bridge
Whoa
Listen to the sound of the voices south of Fifth

In Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles I'm never coming home
(I'm never coming, I'm never coming)

Come down
I've been awake for days
Knocked out
By the sound of falling rain
Come down yeah we'll watch the sun just burn away the sky
Watch the city lights die out up on Mulholland Drive

Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles I'm never coming home

Wake me when this war is over
Meet me where the skyline ends
Wake me when this war is over
Meet me where the skyline ends
Wake me when this war is over
Meet me where the skyline ends

Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles when will you save me
Los Angeles I'm never coming home

I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Sober

I know I messed up and it might be over
But let me call you when I'm sober
I'm a dandelion, you're a four-leaf clover
But let me call you when I'm sober

Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na
Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na

I woke up in the pouring rain
West Side Humboldt 7am
Sleeping by a dumpster to keep me dry
With the radio on and a new black eye

Because I bet you couldn't knock me out
And I guess you really got me now
Black sedan ran a red light
Just a drunken bike messenger on Tuesday night

I know I messed up and it might be over
But let me call you when I'm sober
I'm a dandelion, you're a four-leaf clover
But let me call you when I'm sober

Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)
Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)

She undressed and we stumbled downstairs
Fell onto the table as the neighbors just stared
We laughed out loud and smashed their lights
Digging with our hands in the dirt outside

And she dragged me to the edge of town
And she slapped me then she pulled me down
I can do bad and you can do better
Spending all night getting lost together

I know I messed up and it might be over
But let me call you when I'm sober
I'm a dandelion, you're a four-leaf clover
But let me call you when I'm sober

Sober...
Sober...

I know I messed up and it might be over
But let me call you when I'm sober
I'm a dandelion, you're a four-leaf clover
But let me call you when I'm sober

Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)
Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)

Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)
Naa, na na na na na naaaa
na na na na na na (when I'm sober)
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, PATRICK STUMP, JOHN WILLIAM FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Built This Pool

Woo, woo
I wanna see some naked dudes
That's why I built this pool

Is that really it?
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Writer: JOHN WILLIAM FELDMANN, TRAVIS BARKER, MARK HOPPUS, MATT SKIBA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




No Future

She said "Tonight's a waste of time"
The next day, the sun will always rise
Every day that you waste, every promise you break
Slips beneath the floor
It's a permanent state from a moments mistake
But life's worth so much more

You don't know a thing about it
Hours lost to dawn from dusk
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)
Let the music seal your fate
Yeah, you can run but life won't wait
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)

She said that it's too late to try
Someday, I'll smile and say goodbye
Every night that you fight, every demon in sight
Sleeping on the floor
Wide awake from the dream with a shake and a scream
Hope for so much more

You don't know a thing about it
Hours lost to dawn from dusk
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)
Let the music seal your fate
Yeah, you can run but life won't wait
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
They don't care about you
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
They don't care about you

Where did she go?
And what did she hope to find there?
Where did she go? (Did she go, did she go?)
And what did she hope to find there?
Where did she go, did she go, did she go?
Where did she go to find it?
Where did she go, did she go, did she go?
Where did she go to find it?

You don't know a thing about it
Hours lost to dawn from dusk
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)
Let the music seal your fate
Yeah, you can run but life won't wait
Yeah, they don't care about you (No future)

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
They don't care about you
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
They don't care about you
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Home Is Such A Lonely Place

We're falling faster than we can fly
Forgotten seconds out on Sunset Drive
And I hold on tight
But not enough to hold you back

It feels like the moon
Is spinning off into outer space without you
This room is such a lonely place without you

I wish that we could save today
But I know we can't stay the same
And I keep pushing you away
Don't wait for me
Don't wait for me

Home is such a lonely place without you
Home is such a lonely place

I love the lightning but hate the rain
Tomorrow's frightening but not today
Wish I could slow down time
But not enough to slow you down

I feel like the moon
Is spinning off into outer space without you
The universe an empty place without you

I wish that we could save today
But I know we can't stay the same
And I keep pushing you away
Don't wait for me
Don't wait for me

Home is such a lonely place without you
Home is such a lonely place

We're falling faster than we can fly
Forgotten seconds out on Sunset Drive

I wish that we could save today
But I know we can't stay the same
And I keep pushing you away
Don't wait for me
Don't wait for me

I wish that we could save today
But I know we can't stay the same
And I keep pushing you away
Don't wait for me
Don't wait for me

Home is such a lonely place without you
Home is such a lonely place

Home is such a lonely place
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN, DAVID HODGES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Kings Of The Weekend

Can you read my thoughts
I'm not sure what I said
I feel dumb and
Long night coming

Did you steal my prayers
I don't know where I was
I feel numb and
All or nothing (all or nothing)

It's Friday night let's lose our minds
In a downward spiral
Here we go
Because we got no control (no control)

It's Friday nights always save my life
From the worst of times
We ever had
Thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again
We are the kings of the weekend

I can feel my head
Falling off my neck
I need something
To keep going

So just take my hand
Only seconds left
The clock's running
Our time's coming

Aww!

It's Friday night let's lose our minds
In a downward spiral
Here we go
Because we got no control (no control)

It's Friday nights always save my life
From the worst of times
We ever had
Thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again
We are the kings of the weekend

It's Friday night let's lose our minds
In a downward spiral
Here we go
Because we got no control (no control)

It's Friday nights always save my life
From the worst of times
We ever had
Thank God for punk rock bands

Until Monday morning strikes again
We are the kings of the weekend
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Teenage Satellites

I can almost see your house from here
But the signal seems to disappear so what's the problem? Houston's calling
Then you hit me like a Friday night
Like a handgun in a firefight dive in slow motion towards the ocean

Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart
While racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites

Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh

I'm kind of nervous of the consequence
As we climb over the neighbor's fence the longest summer's nights are numbered
Then you kissed me like a storm at sea
Like I'm the only one you'll ever need we're left abandoned in the deep end

Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart
While racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites

(We're teenage satellites)

We are a slow descent
Forgotten astronauts
We are an avalanche
We're just an afterthought

Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart
While racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites

Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh
Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh
Teenage satellites
Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh
Teenage satellites
Woo oh oh oh oh oh oh
Teenage satellites
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN, DAVID HODGES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Left Alone

Eyes are open words are spoken
Here's to the sunrise
Head is loaded cards are folded
Under the moonlight

Can you remember, you remember the last time
We woke up sober
Can you remember, you remember the last night
You ran me over

Are we halfway gone or halfway there

Left alone
We're only halfway home
Sink like stones
Fall into the unknown

Break me down, I'm not afraid of you
Pull me under
Slowly drown, I never wanted to
Left alone to wonder

Mind is open thoughts are woken
There goes the sunrise
Heart is broken love unspoken
Here comes the moonlight

Can you remember, you remember the last time
I left hungover
Can you remember, you remember the last night
That I stayed over

Are we halfway gone or halfway there

Left alone
We're only halfway home
Sink like stones
Fall into the unknown

Break me down, I'm not afraid of you
Pull me under
Slowly drown, I never wanted to
Left alone to wonder

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Left alone
We're only halfway home
Sink like stones
Fall into the unknown

Break me down, I'm not afraid of you
Pull me under
Slowly drown, I never wanted to
Left alone to wonder

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh

Woo oh ohh
We're left alone
Woo oh ohh oh
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Rabbit Hole

Dear head, shut up
I can't listen no more
It's late, so shut up
Is one night too much to ask for

You are a haunted house
You're superstitious
You are the coldest stone-carved marble faces

I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole
I'm barely standing on the ground
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole

With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again

This bed, on fire
I can't sleep here no more
Too late and tired
Dreaming down on the floor

I'm a haunted house
I'm superstitious
I am a cardboard cutout, old and faded

I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole
I'm barely standing on the ground
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole

With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again

With you, with you, with you, with you again
With you, with you, with you, with you again

I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole (I won't fall down, I won't fall down)
I'm barely standing on the ground (Barely standing on the ground)
All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all
I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole (I won't fall down that f*cking rabbit hole)

Oh, oh [x6]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




San Diego

Sometimes I wonder where our lives go
And question who we used to be
Sometimes I feel like I'm the oxygen between
The cigarette and gasoline

I can't sleep cause what if I dream

Of going back to San Diego
We bought a one way ticket
So we can go see the Cure
And listen to our favorite songs in the parking lot
And think of every person I ever lost in San Diego
(To San Diego)
Can't go back to San Diego
(Can't go back to San Diego)

Abandoned houses with the lights on
Late at night I call your name
Abandoned love songs smashed across the hardwood floors
I read the sadness on your face

I can't sleep cause what if I dream

Of going back to San Diego
We bought a one way ticket
So we can go see the Cure
And listen to our favorite songs in the parking lot
And think of every person I ever lost in San Diego
(To San Diego)
Can't go back to San Diego
(Can't go back to San Diego)

I never needed to hear
All of the pain and the fear
Your secrets filled up my ears
Like the ocean blue
I never wanted to know
How deep these cuts on you go
And like a river they flow
To the ocean blue

Going back to San Diego
We bought a one way ticket
So we can go see the Cure
And listen to our favorite songs in the parking lot
And think of every person I ever lost in San Diego (San Diego)
(To San Diego)
Can't go back to San Diego (San Diego)
(Can't go back to San Diego)
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




The Only Thing That Matters

Where the hell did you come from
Outer space or heaven above
Short of breath my long-lost love
I can't believe my eyes
Are you for real?

My life before was such a mess
There's no use dwelling on the past
My broken heart was in a cast
Then you showed up and it began to heal

'Cause you're the only thing that matters
'Cause you're the only thing that's real
'Cause you're the only thing I'll never let go
'Cause you're the only thing I feel

Someday
You'll come back to me
And I'll say
Something bitterly

And you'll go racing toward the kitchen
Grab a knife erase my vision
Take my flatscreen television
And my paintings by Marilyn Manson

'Cause you're the only thing that matters
'Cause you're the only thing that's real
'Cause you're the only thing I'll never let go
'Cause you're the only thing I feel

'Cause you're the only thing that matters
'Cause you're the only thing that's real
'Cause you're the only thing I'll never let go
'Cause you're the only thing I feel
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




California

Beige little boxes in a row
Neighbors and friends that you don't know
Here's a form go wait in line
Can't you see I'm doing fine
It's what I've always wanted

Two little kids out on the lawn
Once we had love now it's gone
Good things haven't happened yet
I'm empty as a movie set
It's what I've always wanted

Hey here's to you California
Beautiful haze of suburbia
Living in the perfect weather
Spending time inside together
Hey here's to you California

Wearing all black out on the beach
Faces I've seen in magazines
Lets take a walk out on the pier
Watch the shoreline disappear
It's what I've always wanted

Hey here's to you California
Beautiful haze of suburbia
Living in the perfect weather
Spending time inside together
Hey here's to you California

Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah ohh)
Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah ohh)
Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah ohh)
Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah ohh)

Hey here's to you California
Beautiful haze of suburbia
Living in the perfect weather
Spending time inside together
Hey here's to you California
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Writer: MARK HOPPUS, TRAVIS BARKER, MATTHEW SKIBA, JOHN FELDMANN, MARTIN JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Brohemian Rhapsody

There's something about you
That I can't quite put my finger in
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Writer: JOHN WILLIAM FELDMANN, TRAVIS BARKER, MARK HOPPUS, MATT SKIBA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RED BULL MEDIA HOUSE NA, INC., BMG Rights Management




Hey Im Sorry

Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh

Hold me down deep under water
Wave goodbye to all your daughters
Break yourself but why even bother?
Fathers pray for princes instead

Have your fill of disappointment
Two more years of unemployment
All your fears come to life
And leave you boarded up, abandoned and spent

Everything you've ever hoped for
Waiting there outside your front door
Bleeding to death (bleeding to death)
Everything you've never wanted
Here to seem just like that haunted place
They say for everyone's dying breath

Hey I'm sorry, I lost the Melody
Whoa-ah-oh
Hey I'm sorry, I lost your memory
Whoa-ah-oh
When we fall asleep I sleep all by myself
At the end of the day

Are you alone with all your thoughts?
Your suitcase full of books you bought
The war we fought and all the battles lost
In spite of search exceeding expense

Everything you've ever hoped for
Waiting there outside your front door
Bleeding to death (bleeding to death)
Everything you've never wanted
Here to seem just like that haunted place
They say for everyone's dying breath

Hey I'm sorry, I lost the Melody
Whoa-ah-oh
Hey I'm sorry, I lost your memory
Whoa-ah-oh
When we fall asleep I sleep all by myself
At the end of the day

Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh

Hey I'm sorry, I lost the Melody
Whoa-ah-oh
Hey I'm sorry, I lost your memory
Whoa-ah-oh

Hey I'm sorry, I lost the Melody
Hey I'm sorry, I I lost your memory
Hey I'm sorry, mistakes and tragedy
Hey I'm sorry, give back what's left of me
When I fall asleep I sleep all by myself
At the end of the day

Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh
At the end of the day
Whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh
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Writer: Mark Hoppus, Scott Raynor, Thomas DeLonge
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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California is the seventh studio album by American rock band Blink-182, released on July 1, 2016 through BMG as the band's only album on the label. Produced by John Feldmann, it is the first of two albums by the band to feature Alkaline Trio frontman Matt Skiba, who replaced founding member Tom DeLonge.

After touring and releasing the band's sixth album, Neighborhoods (2011), it became difficult for the trio to record new material due to DeLonge's other projects. After disagreements, the remaining members of the group—vocalist/bassist Mark Hoppus and drummer Travis Barker—sought separation from DeLonge and recruited Skiba in his place.

California was recorded at Foxy Studios between January and March 2016 with Feldmann. He was the group's first new lone producer since longtime collaborator Jerry Finn. Prior to his involvement, the trio began writing together in September 2015 and completed dozens of songs.

They decided to shelve them upon working with Feldmann to start fresh, and they proceeded to record another 28 songs; in all, the group recorded upwards of 50. The band, as well as Feldmann, would regularly spend 18 hours in the studio a day, aiming to start and complete multiple songs in that timeframe. The album's title comes from the band's home state of California, and its artwork was illustrated by the street artist D*Face.

The album debuted at number one in the US and several other countries, and was the group's first domestic chart-topper in 15 years, and first ever in the UK. It received a Grammy nomination for Best Rock Album; the band's first. Its first two singles, "Bored to Death" and "She's Out of Her Mind", charted well on Billboard's Alternative Songs chart.

California received mixed reviews from music critics, with some praising the band's return to their classic sound and others criticizing the length of the album as well as Feldmann's input and production. The band supported the album with a large headlining tour in North America and Europe. A deluxe edition of the album, containing eleven new songs, was released in May 2017.
Performed By: Blink-182
Genre(s): Alternative rock, pop-punk, punk rock
Producer(s): John Feldmann
Length: 42:36
Released: July 1st, 2016
Year: 2016

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