I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
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I was staring in my empty coffee cup
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I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lying
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And all the salty margaritas in L.A.
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I'm gonna drink 'em up
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And if California slides into the ocean
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Like the mystics and statistics say it will
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I predict this motel will be standing till I pay my bill
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Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
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Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?
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Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?
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Heaven help the one who leaves
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Still waking up in the morning with shaking hands
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And trying to find a boy who understands me
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Except in dreams, you're never really free
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Don't the sun look angry at me?
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I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
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I was listening to the air conditioner hum
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It went
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Look away down Gower Avenue, look away down
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Look away down Gower Avenue, look away down
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Desperados Under The Eaves
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| Madeleine Peyroux |
