Oh Los Angeles we leave you now
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At the setting of your skies
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As we leave the comfort of your ground
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With your angels we will fly
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Well you carried us in broken dreams
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Like a mother does her sons
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We were scattered 'cross your dirty streets
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We were dying one by one
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And you held us in your city lights
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When our eyes had lost the stars
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And we made our peace with lonely nights
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And you healed our broken hearts
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Well they say the Big One's gonna come
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And you'll fall into the sea
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We will know that then your work is done
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And your angels will go free
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Los Angeles
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
