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Like a sink hole (Like a sink hole) |
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Stars are born then ******* made up and Undead slow |
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What does it show? (What does it show?) |
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C-c-cut up all the jurors to your lost soul |
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Think I'm 'bout to die on a dotted line |
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(Then it's beef, cut throats on a short lie) |
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It ain't a ******* cry, I'm taking back what's mine |
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(Los Angeles, we on a front line) |
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Click-click boom, let them fall |
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(Lining them up with a semi-matic auto) |
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Hear the call, hear the call |
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Hop in the whip to tip it straight then I'm out though |
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When I do it like this |
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With a wiffle ball bat |
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Surf's up, b*****s, and it's like that |
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Hollywood coming to attack! |
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I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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Running through the dark, broken boulevards |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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I'ma get it now, Armageddon now |
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Coked out skeletons, come back down |
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Break them down, gotta break them down |
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Broke down Ford lights, sing so loud |
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The greatest story ever told, the greatest mob ever known |
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(Dead man walking) Audition for the big show |
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It's biblical, (social cynical) |
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In the land of make believe the situation's critical |
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Sinking to the ocean lies some martyrs that are pinnacle |
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Yeah, I'm just a vision but my wings are ******* literal |
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As above (so below) |
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You wanna go to heaven but you sold your soul |
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Dying young (I'm going home) |
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Cut yourself a bunch so you don't grow old |
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We're living in denial (but we're doing it in style) |
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Out here in California, it's a trial by fire! |
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I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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Running through the dark, broken boulevards |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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It's the future tension |
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Hidden in the question |
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Underneath the dreams I hold |
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I can see rejection |
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In my own reflection |
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I can feel my dreams grow cold |
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Dreams grow cold! |
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I'm no shooting star, just a burning heart |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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Running through the dark, broken boulevards |
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We never sleep in California, we're dreaming |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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In California... |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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In California, we're dreaming |
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In California... |
