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You exhaust me, you know |
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Enveloping black exhaust pipe smoke |
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And the smog won't wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin |
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Such a villainous scream |
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I don't know what you've done to your face |
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Some nights I can't figure out quite where your heart is |
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Oh Los Angeles, be kind |
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No more trouble or red lights |
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I can learn to love you in due time |
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Oh Los Angeles, be kind |
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I read you all wrong |
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So I get drunk just to feel I belong |
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By a river so dry it's barely a river at all |
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And we suck one another at night |
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Fire pistols and cover our eyes |
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And we walk unseen behind Hollywood's ballroom doors |
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Oh Los Angeles, be kind |
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No more headaches or fist fights |
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We can love each other, it just takes time |
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Oh Los Angeles, be kind |
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Take me to Paris, be good, say good night |
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Oh Los Angeles, be kind |