Stuck in L.A., ain't got no friends
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And so Hollywood nuts,
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Too many dead ends
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Life on the streets is no where to live
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Do I pack my bags or dare switch
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Just sold my car, I sold it for junk
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I can't pay my rent so I take the bus
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It's the first time
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I been in such a cold place
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Where the temperature is 88
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88 degrees
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Lord it's so hot, so damn hot
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Trying to make a deal
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But somehow I'm stopped
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Cause the pace is so heavy
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Maybe it cause the weather
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Yeah, yeah
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I'm set in the mood for you
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You remember the time
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You remember the time
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Yes, I'm the deal for a whole lot of dough
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I'm hoping success turns ten years to gold
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Finally I'm happening and I set in the press
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You ask me what it's like to be famous
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[Chorus]
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Remember the time
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Cause when in your face
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You could start to get angry
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Is it me or just this place
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One thing is for sure
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You got to work so hard
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Sure feels this ain't no place
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For broken hearts
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Just ask me tomorrow if you love you
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[Chorus]
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Stuck in L.A., ain't go no friends
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And so Hollywood nuts,
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Too many dead ends
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Life on the streets is no where to live
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You ask me what it's like to be famous
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[Chorus]
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88 Degrees
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| Cher |
