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you change up all your plans
Back and forth a thousand times; I don't know when this trip will end
But at least I feel the Santa Ana's warm breeze flow

sobok man nak
Ana ñii andak man nak 
Sama gayiy togak man nak
Santa naleen te guerem naleen
Luma am bokokok yen
Fumadem di diokok yen
Bonulen te

so far?
And who do you think you are?
Did the Santa Ana's spark a fire in your empty valley heart?

Just like California
And just like California

there for a special trip 
 
California, I never knew you 
Until I got to you 
California, I never knew you 
Until I got to you

I've trekked to Santa

paris
Go ooo
Bqat dor frassek men yamet l’école lasqa fik
Oooh bqat dor frassek golha Santa syc let’s go
Gol lelεalem ana li kayn ana li jayeb la recette

es terrible (se metió Jehová)

Ya se metió Jehová (se metió Jehová)
Se metió Jehová (se metió Jehová)
Ya se van los cándelo (se metió Jehová)
Se va Ana

Se va Ana Isa a pie (se metió Jehová)
Ya se marchó Pedro (se metió Jehová)   
Va saliendo un chango (se metió Jehová)
Se va el indio de la jagua (se

01. Primeiro santo Brasileiro no andor,
Filho da terra do amor da santa cruz.
Vem intercede por nós junto a Deus
E nossas trevas se transformam em

Santa Ana's own
Took a lot to jump the stoop
Check the resume
We been eating all the fruit
Finna blow a bag
Put my bitch up in the Marni
European heels

before it's free
A little taste just to whet
Your appetite

I'm feeling hollowed out
The Santa Ana's fucking with me
And everyone is skipping town

But

the waterfall
Feel the ocean air
Running through your hair
The Santa Ana's calling

San Diego sand be coating
Every inch of every toe
Like a souvenir
Wish you

Bebop's is going back to the same ol' thang
Santa Ana's going back to the same ol' thang
But I don't know
But I don't know why
I keep on going back

The sun was high but it’s low down
Santa Ana’s blow as dry as a scabbed knee

The Lore and the Language Of Schoolchildren
The words still ring but we don’t

Anã branca, explode, pura
E por aqui jaz, Anã
Restos vivos caminhando presos entre a guerra santa e a paz pagã

Mas não pode
E a censura apita se

The Truth (La Verdad)

Bob Carlisle

Nothing but the Truth

2000

Let me tell you 'bout a young boy from Santa Ana
Playing music with the band was the only thing that ever mattered
I never really listened much

know
It’s Christmas eve
Got my nut all in her weave
You feel that breeze
That’s the wind as my hoe leave
I got hoes like Santa got elves
If pimpin was

I wish I could turn back the time
Cherish what once was mine
Miss the way that I used to feel
Christmas day when Santa was real

Backstreet boys over

a twinkle in his blue eyes 
He had bright red rosy cheeks
A crew that kind of looked like elves all dressed in red and green


The waves were big the wind was

Slang Bang

Naughty by Nature

Poverty's Paradise

1995

read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana

THE SNOW, IT MIGHT BE THE BREEZE
THE WIND MIGHT HAVE BLOWN DOWN THE OLD OAK TREE
MAMMA LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW
WE ASKED WHAT SHE SAW
SHHHHH THAT MIGHT BE SANTA

Brothers Under the Bridge

Larry Norman

Cirkus Night

Ain't lookin' for nothin , I just want to live
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Anas and man that dry brush would light
Jimmy

Oh, look out kids it's that time of year
When 'ole Santa's on his way
Don't look now but the top is down
On his candy apple sleigh

Headin'

decisión no es
Ana ni Susana si no tu santa unción y no me siento solo cuando estoy
Solo en mi habitación solo escucho tu voz y te pido perdón 

Ya yo quite

amazing?
In Christmas times

We'll be chilling and having a good good time

Doesn't matter if the snow is falling
Or the wind blows and the rain is