We packed up and moved 'cross town,
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leaving Los Feliz, Griffith Park,
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and the breakfast spots where we used to haunt.
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The shine of Hillhurst days:
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broken windows of my car,
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neighbors setting off their fire alarms,
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crisp nights you could feel.
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Remember the view from the hill?
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Moon dividing up the man-made lake...
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Don't forget those days we stayed in to escape the race.
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Days we hid from the phone and made out.
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Left the world alone.
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We were standing in the light,
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hoping to catch a glimpse of what we thought was right.
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Thursday night at Bigfoot Lodge,
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rubbing shoulders with the slobsˇ¦
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Passed us a Walker on the rocks.
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Crisp nights too unrealˇ¦
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We are standing in the light,
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waiting to catch a glimpse of what we know is right.
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Los Feliz Arms
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| Sunday's Best |
