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Artist: The Doors |
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Title: L.A. Woman |
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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago. |
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Took a look around see which way the wind blow, |
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Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows. |
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Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light |
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Or just another lost angel? |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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Whoo! C'mon! |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon. |
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L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon. |
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L.A. Woman. Sunday afternoon. |
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Drive thru your suburbs |
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Into your blues. |
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Into your blues. |
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Yeah, yeah. |
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Into your blues. |
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Into your blues. |
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Oh! |
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I see your hair is burnin'. |
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Hills are filled with fire. |
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If they say I never loved you, |
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You know they are a liar. |
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Drivin' down your freeways. |
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Midnight alleys roam . |
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Cops in cars. The topless bars. |
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Never saw a woman |
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So alone. |
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So alone. |
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So alone. |
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So alone. |
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Motel. Money. Murder. Madness. |
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Let's change the mood from glad to sadness. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Gotta keep on risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Mr. Mojo Risin'. |
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Gotta keep on risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Risin', risin'. |
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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago. |
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Took a look around see which way the wind blow, |
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Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows. |
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Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light |
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Or just another lost angel? |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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City of Night. |
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Oh! Oh! |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman. |
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You're my woman. |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman. |
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L.A. Woman.. |
