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Woke up, the sun streaming in my room
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Warm beach from palm December afternoon
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You close your eyes, another year blows by
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Somewhere in the wind, just another life
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(Verse)
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My parents sent a Christmas card and then it’s true
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We understand you’re staying and we’re proud of you
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There’s a well-rehearsed disinterest in the atmosphere
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I don’t know if that’s what this time gave me or if it lead me here
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(Pre-Chorus 1)
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And I played so many parts
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I don’t know which one’s really me
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Don’t know if I can take
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(Chorus 1)
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Another Christmas in L.A.
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Another pitcher of Sangria
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In an empty beach cafe
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Another Christmas in L.A.
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Hold me tighter Carmelita
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I don’t know how long I can stay
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(Verse)
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Left a girl behind in my old man’s truck
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Sometimes I wonder where she ended up
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Maybe she got married, had a couple of kids
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Who do you think you’re fooling man?
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Of course she did
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(Pre-Chorus 2)
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I’m walking in that tennis bar
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Try and talk with Harry Bean
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I don’t know if I can take
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(Chorus 2)
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Another Christmas in L.A.
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Another casting call on Thursday
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For a job that doesn’t pay
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Another Christmas in L.A.
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Another burnout in a tank top
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It seems your basket is the case
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A fat protagonist in flip flops
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With an extensive resume
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From Echo Park to Catalina
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Dreaming of a white Christmas
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The one I used to know
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Tree tops glisten, children listen
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To sleigh bells in the snow
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Another Christmas in L.A.
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Christmas In L.A.
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| The Killers |
