[Verse 1:]
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I got my start on the street
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With the monkey next to me he'll
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Shake your hand for a dollar,
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If you're nice kiss your cheek
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To my left I can see
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Chinese flipping bowls on their heads from their feet
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Yo
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Strolling on the scene
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Are my arch-enemies
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Break-dancers take your crowd, your girl, your money
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Balloon man's telling me to turn down please
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And the psychic agrees
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I begin to see that
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Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong
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And there's no where else that I'd rather be
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[Chorus:]
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Because those moments on the street
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When crowd would rock with me
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I felt like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
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You see all I really need
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Are some ears to hear me dream
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I feel like the biggest man, the biggest man in Los Angeles
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Standing on the street, yeah
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Just standing on the street
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[Verse 2:]
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Trombone cuts deep through the crowd doing Motown moves
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With his hat tucked down
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A belly dancer passes the tip jar around
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And the men are confused, slightly aroused
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Muslims, Christians preaching, wishing
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I would shut up so the people could listen
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Supposed to cut through all this noise
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With my little voice, I begin to see that
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Oh I'm home, I'm right where I belong
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And there's no where else that I'd rather be
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[Chorus]
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And the day goes dark
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I pack my car
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Stare out at the ocean
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Take some time
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A quiet smile
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Let it all just soak in
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[Chorus x2]
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Biggest Man In Los Angeles
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| Andy Grammer |
