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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{1}
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\beginsong{Dani California}
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[by={Red\ Hot\ Chili\ Peppers},cover={stadium-arcadium},album={Stadium Arcadium}]
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\cover
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\gtab{Am}{X02210}
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\gtab{G}{320003}
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\gtab{Dm}{XX0231}
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\gtab{F}{1:022100}
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\gtab{C}{X32010}
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\gtab{Bm}{2:X02210}
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\gtab{F#}{2:022100}
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\begin{verse}
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\[Am]Getting born in the \[G]state of Mississippi
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\[Dm]Her Poppa was a copper and her \[Am]Momma was a hippie
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\[Am]In Alabama \[G]she will swing a hammer
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\[Dm]Price you got to pay \[Am]when you break the panorama
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\[Am]She never \[G]knew that there was \[Dm]anything more than \[Am]all
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\[Am]Well in the \[G]war your com\[Dm]fort to take me \[Am]for
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse*}
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Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana
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Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana
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She's a runner, Rebel and a stunner
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Come to Mirawais saying, ``Baby watcha gonna?''
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Looking down the barrel of a hot bell 45
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Just another way to survive
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\end{verse*}
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\begin{chorus}
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Cali\[F]fornia, \emph{\[C]Rest In \[Dm]Peace}
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Simul\[F]tane\[C]ous re\[Dm]lease
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Cali\[F]fornia, \[C]show your \[Dm]teeth
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She's my \[F]priestess, \[C]I'm your \[Dm]priest
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Yeah, yeah
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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She's a lover, Baby and a fighter
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Should've seen it coming when I got a little brighter
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With a name like ``Dani California''
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Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
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A little low that she was stealing another bread
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I love my baby to death
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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\[Bm]Who knew the har\[G]dest \[F#]side of you?
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\[Bm]Who knew the har\[G]dest \[F#]time to prove?
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\[Bm]Too true to \[G]say good\[F#]bye to you
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\[Bm]Too true to say, say, say
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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Pushed the fader, gifted animator
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One for the now and eleven for the later
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Never made it up to Minnesota
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Off the coated man, was gonna fill the quota
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Down in the Badlands, she was saving the best for last
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It only hurts when I laugh, gone to \[G]fade
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\end{verse}
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\endsong
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