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She grew up with the children of the stars |
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In the Hollywood hills, in the Boulevard |
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Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there |
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They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper |
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And Bog Seager, and Sunny and Cher |
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She feels safe now in this bar in Farfax |
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And from the stage I can tell that |
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She can't let go and she can't relax |
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And just before she hangs her head to cry |
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I sing to her a lullabye |
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I say, everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye |
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She still lives with her mom outside the city |
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Down that street about a half a mile |
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And all her friends tell her she's so pretty |
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But she'd be whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while |
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'Cause even her smile looks like a frown |
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She's seen her share of devils in this angel town |
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I say, everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye |
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I told her, "I ain't so sure about this place |
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It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face |
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It seems like everybody with a plan |
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It's kinda like Nashville, with a tan" |
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I say, everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye |
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I say, everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye |
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Bye, bye |
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Bye, bye |
