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Tonight imaginations are thrilling like the fourth of july |
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We're blowing up from quitters and lies |
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So much for studio fire |
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Now it's growing like explosions that are filling the sky |
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Blowing up this city tonight |
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Dancing with those devil eyes |
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Your eyes are like the sunset telling lies on santa monica's sight |
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Hoping for that dream, that life |
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Working weekends and this stereo is trying to make a miracle |
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Singing out loud |
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But it's only temporary |
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God i'm gonna eat you up |
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And i'm gonna do your drugs |
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All because i knew i could |
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I'm coming young hollywood |
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323 what's more? |
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We're counting the hours, minutes, seconds |
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And loving what we're doing here |
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101's pretty shore |
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We're basking in coastlines until i watch sunsets off of it's boulevard. |
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But it's only temporary |
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Thousands of stars aligning the side |
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You walked into these eyes |
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Your mind's that one in mind |