Yeah
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Well, I was tripping down the street early this morning
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And the psychic lady pointed at me
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She said, "Come on in," and I gave her my money
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Said, "Tell me, tell me what you see"
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And she said she saw the angels dancing with me
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Dancing to the beat of my feet down the street
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She said she saw the angels dancing with me
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To keep on, keep on, keep on, now
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh wow
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Thought I'd be out of here by now
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(Still in Hollywood)
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My, my
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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 I ran into Tony Pony, what a goddamned phony
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Had a new fish on the line
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Well, the last one left with the last bad check
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The only good one that he ever had died
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I got to live and let live, I got to learn to forgive
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You know that everybody's got a right
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But there's evil all around me in this broken-down city
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That's a twenty-four hour fight
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh wow
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I thought I'd be out of here by now
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(Still in Hollywood)
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My, my
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I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh wow
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I thought I'd be out of here by now
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(Still in Hollywood)
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My, my, my, my
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I'm running on a wheel and I don't know
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Don't know
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Don't know why
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So let's me and you go get a new tattoo
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We can hop on the Harley and cruise
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We can start at the pier and share a beer
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Head out to the desert, I can feel it from here
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Ride all the way to where the lizards play
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Riding on and on and on
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There's a million stars, it will blow you away
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It's all so Concrete Blonde, now
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Hey
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That's right
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You know we can ride it out all night
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Hey, hey, hey
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I got to got away
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Got to get away, yeah
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(Still in Hollywood)
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My, my, my
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Yes, I'm glad to be alive
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh, mama gonna be somebody
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Someday, sometime
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Yeah, and I want to get out alive
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Don't you know I'm
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh, doing fine
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Oh, listen baby
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(Still in Hollywood)
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Oh, want to be out of here by now
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(What's-a-matter with you, young man
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Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot
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That town's gonna suck you up and spit you out
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You ain't gonna have a pot to piss in
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Don't come back to me for a job
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You made your bed, now sleep in it
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Go back to these Copelands, what else
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Who are they anyways
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The Stewie, Miles Copelands
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You ain't gonna have a dime
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Big shot).
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It'll Chew You Up And Spit You Out
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Concrete Blonde |