Oh L.A. pick up the phone
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I need to talk to you
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Stop sleeping with my new friends,
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And all the old ones too
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Remember when we met, I thought you thought I was boring
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You called me on the phone, to arrange my birthday party
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Well this anger ¡¦
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I don¡¯t drive a fancy car
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Those flashing lights don¡¯t mean a thing to me
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Goodbye L.A.
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You showed me around the house
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You took me by the wrist
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You introduced me to your pals, the scientologists
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We cut the cake inside,
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Then I tried to fake a smile
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And I drank, and drank, and drank, cause I felt so out of style
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You sang my birthday ?arty
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Oh it¡¯s ¡¦ show
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Yeah this is something, it just isn¡¯t me
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So long L.A.
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Well I do miss all you brought
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The joy, the haze, the stay
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I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll feel it to
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But soon enough you¡¯ll miss me
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but I ain¡¯t got so much money
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Nobody knows my name, but here is something I just have to say
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F*ck you L.A.
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Birthday In Los Angeles
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| The Maine |
