Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
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St. Anne's skirts are billowing
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But down here in the city of the lime lights
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The fans of santa ana are withering
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And you can뭪 deny that living is easy
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If you never look behind the scenery
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It's showtime for dry climes
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And bedlam is dreaming of rain
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When the hills of los angeles are burning
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
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So many lives are on the breeze
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Even the stars are ill at ease
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And los angeles is burning
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This is not a test
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Of the emergency broadcast system
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Where malibu fires and radio towers
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Conspire to dance again
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And I cannot believe the media Mecca
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They're only trying to peddle reality,
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Catch it on prime time, story at nine
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The whole world is going insane
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When the hills of los angeles are burning
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
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So many lives are on the breeze
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Even the stars are ill at ease
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And los angeles is burning
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A placard reads
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"the end of days"
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Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
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More a question than a curse
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How could hell be any worse?
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The flames are stunning
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The cameras running
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So take warning
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When the hills of los angeles are burnin
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
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So many lives are on the breeze
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Even the stars are ill at ease
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And los angeles is burning
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Los Angeles Is Burning
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| Bad Religion |
