I was walking down the street early this morning
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Past the graveyard, voices coming to me.
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I was walking down the street, early this morning
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And the silver drops of rain hung from the trees
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And I swear I heard the voices singing to me...
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Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet,
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I swear I heard the voices singing to me -
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Keep on, keep on, keep on.
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Still in Hollywood!
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Oh WOW! I thought I'd be out of here by now.
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Still in Hollywood!
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My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why
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I don't know why.
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And on the bus today, I met the queen of L.A. -
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At least she said she was and who am I to say?
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She was sixty-five and full of life,
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She had purple-painted cheeks
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And glitter on her eyes
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And the troll on the corner, I flipped him a quarter
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And he looked at me and smiled.
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Well he wasn't abused, he wasn't confused,
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He had nothing to gain and less to lose
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Still in Hollywood,
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Oh WOW! I thought I'd be out of here by now.
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Still in Hollywood!
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My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why
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So it's three A.M., I'm out walking again.
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I'm just a spot on the sidewalk in the city of sin.
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He doesn't give a fuck, he's living under a truck.
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You know it coulda been me, i guess it's just my luck.
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But I swear I hear the sidewalk talking to me -
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Keep on, keep on, keep on.
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Still in Hollywood...
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Still in Hollywood
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| Concrete Blonde |
