L.A
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Who'da thought
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Right smack dab in the middle of what
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With the belching buses
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And broken bones
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DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
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Hey, hey
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L.A.
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Who'da thought
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L.A.
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After closing when it's down to me
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And the same old souls
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Well Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
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He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
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He even danced with Marilyn!
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No way!
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Thats what they say
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DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
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Hey, hey
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L.A.
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Who'da thought
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Up through the cracks
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Up through the broken glass
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In the hot red light of a black and white
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Roses grow
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Roxy is in tonight
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She's styling around in her fishnet tights
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And she's got more life at 65
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Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night
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Heavy metal
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Young hard cock
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What, can't you handle that kind of talk?
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The strippers here they really rock
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DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
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Hey, hey
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L.A.
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Who'da thought
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Up through the cracks
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Up through the broken glass
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In the hot red light of a black and white
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Roses grow
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Up through the glass (Up through the glass)
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Up through the broken glass (Up through the broken glass)
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In the hot red light of a black and white (In the hot red of a black and white)
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Roses grow
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Roses grow
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Roses grow
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Roses grow....
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Roses Grow
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Concrete Blonde |