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All you folks back home, I'll never tell you this |
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You're not supposed to know where your daughter is |
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There are ways of life you never understood |
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It's right here, downtown Hollywood |
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It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard |
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I've got a stolen moment trying hard |
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To write a kind of Christmas card |
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But I am burning out again |
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Tonight there is fever in my veins |
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Mama, dear all the love you gave |
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I guess there's really nothing, nothing much to save |
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This place is as steady as I feel myself |
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There are still some riches at the Roosevelt |
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That evening prayer, those memories |
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In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees |
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That's where I am at down in Los Angeles |
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And I am burning out again |
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And I must rise above the shame |
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Tonight there is fever in my veins |
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Just think of the girl I used to be |
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You were my age once, mama, twenty three |
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I can still hear some of the songs you used to play |
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From that summer of love in '68 |
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Seems it's turned into a winter of hate |
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And I am burning out again |
