Somber southern the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them.
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With no good reason and not break down she sighs, and stares at the overpass.
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Full of other reasons she's leaving town she swears, that it will be better then.
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If only she could see it'll follow her always, and then it's suddenly overpass.
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Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
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Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line.
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Of a city that the angels found it fit to name.
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Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
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Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's.
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the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"
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Phil-lion city of privilege make believe until it becomes true.
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Following in traces of someone else's lies. But it doesn't become you.
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She said,a¢æ? it's nothing filming yet,a¢æ? and her body it seems to agree.
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As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see.
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Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
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Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line.
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Of a city that the angels found it fit to name.
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Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
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Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's.
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And the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"
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She misses the seasons, and stay at home nights.
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Now you should have seen her bathed in sunset red lights.
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Please tell her,a¢æ? I love her.a¢æ? But the city won't change.
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It's cold and unflinching.
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Ever loving & strange.
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Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
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Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line.
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Of a city that the angels found it fit to name.
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Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
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Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's.
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And the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"
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Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
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Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line.
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Of a city that the angels found it fit to name.
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Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
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Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's.
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And the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!"
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...And A Song For Los Angeles
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| She Wants Revenge |
