Los Angeles, arrived
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The people talk, people talk now
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The voices stick inside your head
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They make you wait now for so long
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All the day you’re on the tracks
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You wore a flower to impress
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A little more than the less
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Told you once now you’re lost, lost
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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Don’t you know that you are?
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I know the deep past
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I watch walk with the wrong crowd
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I watch you fake it to the end
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And you’ve been waiting for so long
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All the day you’re on the tracks
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You wore a flower to impress
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A little more than the less
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You’re searching lights now they talk, talk
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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Don’t you know that you are?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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When you wake up on your own, don’t you know that you were wrong?
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Los Angeles
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| California Wives |
