each friday night
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i've gotta moan
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cause it's not right
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to be alone
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and i'm alone
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and so i sleep
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wake up at dawn
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and leave before
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the moon is gone
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i know it's wrong
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wr-o-o-ong
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i've got to find some way out of here
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jump on a plane and i disappear
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maybe east of ohio
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maybe that's where i ought to go
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cause living here i've got so down
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i guess that's why i've got to leave town
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to find some place i haven't found
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cause i know that you'll be there waiting
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back, back, honey
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take me back, baby
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i want to stay in l.a.
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back, back, baby
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take me back, sugar
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i want to stay
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when i get home
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the house is dark
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the only sound
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is joey's bark
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been looking for another place a while
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seen every town up in northern cal.
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searching further every country mile
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i saw new york and i like it's style
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but still i've gotta say i love l.a.
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i guess that's why i feel i've gotta stay
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the hot streets and the summer nights
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so lonely
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[ "back, back" chorus ]
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i know it's sad but i love l.a.
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it's even sadder that i'm here to stay
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i might vacation on an isle away
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but this is where i'll spend my dying day
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so now it's time for me get me a wife
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and live in town with her for all of my life
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i'll understand when my hair turns grey
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why i
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i live
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in l.a.
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Los Angeles
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| Ozma |
